[Intro: DJ Spooky]
Yes, yes, check, check
This is DJ Spooky That Subliminal Kid
Just coolin' out in the studio, y'knowmsayin
Listening to this music made from fragments of the world
Just thinking 'bout how people can reconstruct
Y'knowmsayin, we living in a time where just, things are changing
A lot of DJs just speak with their hands, you know
It's time to like, expand
So I wanna pass the mic
To my man Pharoahe, my man Prince from Organized Konfusion
Abstract lyricists par excellence, y'knowmsayin
And just keep it advanced
So, just open your minds and check the flow
Peace
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
The ecliptic warrior, verbal tactic avenger
Sporadic vocabulist in the grace of splendor
I, who so magnificently emerge
Vicariously throughout different points in time
Changing the mindsets of multiple individuals
Recording live sessions and stealing artist's residuals
The year 1973, stepping to me is impossible
You could face many unsurmountable obstacles
The first of which are three optical illusions, digitally enhanced
Should you advance past onto within thirty kilometers
The second line of defense is heat detected by my thermometers
The third of which constantly switches
Sonically deciphering minimal noise and pitches
Eliminating computer glitches, which is
The reason I'm immune to any virus or snitches
[Verse 2: Prince Po]
On a new world mission, stepping up to the plate
Number eight mic killer who spills guerilla warfare mind state
Making my [?] blame for the [?] crime rate
This blind date with hate got me looking like a primate
Regardless the lyrics is ice and pump, give me the cake
Hand me mine's fork and the plate, and for mankind's sake
I spit seeds truth so we can continue to grow
Who tear the roof off with this venomous flow? It's Prince Po
Mega omnipotent, twice as hot
Should I say like molten rock, livest cat on the block
And in the alley by the fish spot, sadly they got me marked
Nowhere to run, you buggin', that's where my herb moves from the dark
Shake the weak, move with the strong, steadfast elevate
Yo let that man be a bitch for not accepting you was wrong
No red tape can't stop my team on your fast break
Atomic bombed up in your bass and let the righteous move on
Worldwide, state to state in the heart I'm seldom you felt
By soldiers [?] along with [?] dealt
I'm equivalent to a stealth [?] Prince Po [?] truth
Infrared zeroes in on our everyday youth
It's like, we reconstruct, reconstruction, like, uh, yea
Production of the, rhyme and the, beat and the
Reconstruct with, reconstruction, like
[Verse 3: Prince Po]
Reconstruction, creative abduction
Using rhythm and sound precision wisdom from compound
Of positive reactors found buried in the soils of life
Your [?] cataracts is wrapped up in the coils of hype
With the tracks that move to the sounds
With the inner feelings with the unfound
What creates the up to date formula to service the grounds
Never facetious, search for lessons that'll teach us
To reach the deepest with no extra turn over on downs [?]
Sold by the pounds, reconstruction
[Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch]
Unconventional, the court from the fourth to the fifth dimensional
Essensual it is to reconstruct [?] to pull polarities
Tonally I bring vocal vulgarity
And plus manipulate the Earth's magnetic field to carry me
And reconstruct, reconstruct, and reconstruct
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