This Year

[Intro: Scratches with Sample from Fantastic Freaks - “Fantastic Freaks At the Dixie”] So if y'all wanna be turned up, tell soundman, say, "Turn it up" (Turn it up!) Say, "Turn it up" (Turn it up! Come on!) Ten (Come on!) Nine (Everybody) Eight (Come on!) Seven (Louder!) Six (Louder!) Five (Louder! Come on!) Four (Come on, everybody) Three (Two) Two (Ow!) One [Verse 1: Tage Proto, Copywrite, and Camu Tao] [Tage Proto] We come as foreign elements to the global terrain, clashed As autotrophs cut off, alienated cloth that was coarse Course the cut was created by fate To sew us on this plain poetry plane which lacks pattern [Copywrite] Thus atoms of a higher fabric were genetically embedded through skulls Of all icons, (“Megahertz”) to increase By miles, we’re great as the ape, we remain Infinite ‘til the final minute of existence escapes [Camu Tao] At the genetic lab, these wack emcees are nibbling at My DNA ladder (Ladder), cata- (cata-) -clysmic (-clysmic) Gather (Gather) with additives so radical, they batter rims Of thought uncivil and ran through forensics, the sinister Snake bites that breaks enslaved rape victims Immediately following swallowing toxin [?] Venomous plague enslave, the skin defends The mechanism triggers an out-of-body experience The controller of the inner ethios on the Periodic and the subphysical, supernatural clinches the physical Then lynches, stenches of corpse Riding the course, no routes planned, nigga And see through the medium, feeding ‘em radium [?] [?] central cystometric, p-p-p-p- P-p-p-p-p-p-[?], and this is just To evidate: to imitate my flow There’s no way you could penetrate the superstratum Be unorthodox and abnormal and in ways To restrain the lackadaisical and galvanize Upon the minds around to collab, galactive Excessive access, pass this critical love Packing full minerals of admirable Actions upon access [Bridge: Scratches with Sample] "That's right" [Verse 2: Tage Proto] I'll design a shrine of four-hundred-and-nine formulas To shine, my phallus catalytic where the rebel lyric Is concubinic, innovators are forced to mimic, I'm porcelainic I'll blow the spot like pro-lifers at an abortion clinic Drops to drop hot snow, sparking these scarecrows’ Mind from lecture, agents rare, ordinaire-extra I'm hexed to rock a crowd full of Helen Kellers Scores of megaforce that players wanna show for, my niggas Zealous, fellas tell us syllables stung, the tongue pun Practitioner when my product is purchased by devout Solicitor service, soon doom its instructor My blast murder deputies, and the sheriff run for cover Any minor mistakes, I abuse breaks like bad Fast food employees needing some poise while the young lack On drum tracks, so if you come wack, I’ll throw stacks Of rhyme frisbees, releasing thumbtacks until you run back Into your sector. How you expect to stop me when I'm on A roll like a Rhode Scholar? Mutes holler. I’ll liquidate This style and lethally inject felony criminals An uncleaned syringe, matter of raw data that'll Blast ya to Madagascar, laugh at the actor’s mask. After Ax the atoms that'll battle my ladder. I'd rather Take an unnecessary breath, show that I'm still human Assuming you thought I had the lungs of two men [Hook: Copywrite, Tage Proto, and Both] This year, we implant fear in your ear This year, enduring our foreign affairs. You never Hear our voices inside of the club unless we're there ’Cause this year, “suckers are going nowhere” - Gang Starr - “I'm the Man” This year, we implant fear in your ear This year, enduring our foreign affairs It’s the Megahertz on this sphere to rule hip hop ’Cause this year, “this is where the bullshit stops" - Rakim - “New York” [Verse 3: Copywrite] Inventors of the mic had me in mind When they came with the prototype I made 'em redesign They came back, but with the final draft, I feed ‘em my Intelligence and redefine the elements At the speed of light, incredibly, alphabetically Manage to come before you/U like the letter T You better be at least twice my mental strength Don't violate. I’ll put an end to the weak/week like Friday I've been rhyming way before Dr. Dre had a Dogg And even back before The Source became a fashion catalog "Where'd it come?" From the abyss in which I emerged How can you claim precision with words when your vision is blurred? Enter the center of ciphers, your mic will be simmered and burnt With ten minutes worth of a venomous engine at work You primitive beings should quit emceeing and finish your work Before my crew gets a chance to finish you first [Hook: Copywrite, Tage Proto, and Both] (x2) This year, we implant fear in your ear This year, enduring our foreign affairs. You never Hear our voices inside of the club unless we're there ’Cause this year, “suckers are going nowhere” - Gang Starr - “I'm the Man” This year, we implant fear in your ear This year, enduring our foreign affairs It’s the Megahertz on this sphere to rule hip hop ’Cause this year, “this is where the bullshit stops" - Rakim - “New York”