Final Frontier

[Intro: Blueprint and sample] Yeah, what up ("The show is over") Welcome to the final frontier Soul Position, RJD2 on the beats Plus myself, Blueprint, on the rhymes ("The show is over") Live and direct [Hook: Blueprint and sample] We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier [Verse 1: Blueprint] We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically Life begins when the record spins, and ends When blended into the next with scratches RJ constructs the canvas, I find the color that matches Outline the rhyme and increase the content Blueprint, the piece that completes the concepts Sequence the song, steps to make it more complex Soul Position in – sole possession of poll position Hold your breath and listen While I resurrect these twenty-six letters A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparison You're not ill – and if you are, my notepad's full of medicine Plus my freestyle is Excedrin Take two rounds and call me back with a new style And show me you're prepared for the final frontier [Hook: Blueprint and sample] We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier [Verse 2: Blueprint] We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically My pen, like a turntable arm, moves mechanically Even when the groove shifts, or skips dramatically I accurately etch out my well-defined fantasy Across the skyline, colored with sound I move into position like a cumulus cloud Acid rain slang, still a part of my M.O. since my first demo Known to soak instrumentals With brainstorms, capable of breaking the calm Created by strange tongues that praise the norm But while they make a living giving false testimony I bust in and bless the ceremony with an exercise in exorcism First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous open mic sermon For the trife vermin, that had a hard time learnin' How to properly prepare for the final frontier [Hook: Blueprint and sample] We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier [Verse 3: Blueprint] Yo – we breathe adrenaline, elevate organically Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies Of lost verse, or grooves you could've looped first But refused to do the work when the whistle blew So in a world dominated by the digital The metronome I listen to beats inside of my chest It speeds up with the level of stress It's built to last – but analog, at best Ingest another measurement of time served My lifeline swerves, kind of like a sine curve Time blurs, during my breakneck ascent to apex, and then Slows during my lows Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows The ass of my art form's always exposed But I'm inspired by the front rows They're the reason I'm prepared for the final frontier [Hook: Blueprint and sample] We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier We're here ("The show is over") The final frontier [Outro: sample] ("The show is over") ("The show is over") ("The show is over")