[Intro: Kriminul]
What! Yo... Beyond Real, baby
Joc Max, baby! What for y'all, what for y'all
For the '99, and beyond, yo
[Verse 1: Kriminul]
By the some of the shit y'all spit, it's hard to keep interest in this game
And I know some of y'all don't like the shit that we spit – we feel the same
See to plane, doers who blessed
Don't roll with a lot of niggas, just a few friends
And I'd blast before a nigga even get a chance to put in his two cents
Don't get me wrong, it's all love and war
But my fellow Black brothers like iced down jewelry in the projects
We attract others, prophylact rubbers
The way I stretch you out, you wanna test me
You be The Artist Formerly Known As "alive," so please don't stress me
Y'all motherfuckers is too sexy – and y'all supposed to be hardcore?
And y'all supposed to be givin the consumer what they ask for?
About to tap the plexi-glass aura, along with that glass jaw
Pass the microphone to my nigga, Monch, like Terry Bradshaw
[Verse 2: Pharaohe Monch]
Spit miraculous shit, drink Dracula's blood, exist for centuries
My DNA 'ventually mends wounds, heals injuries
The identity unknown for obvious extremities
Pharaohe the assassin who was hired to kill Kennedy
The murder of Malcolm X my only aborted assignment
Reduce my molecules, then pass through solid confinement
The eclectic, collectively indivisible
Please, you're fuckin' with the wrong individual
Why would one even combat an entity
In which one is attacked reacts by absorbing your energy?
I already peeped your verse before you said it
I scan the wack shit with through the powers of telekenitics
[Chorus: Kriminul]
One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine
One minute before detonation, one time for lyrical fluctuation
One life to live and though it's better to give
We'd rather take time out for this lyrical fluctuation
One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine
One minute before detonation, one time for lyrical fluctuation
One life to live and though it's better to give
We'd rather take time out for this lyrical fluctuation
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Most rappers try to keep it Real, I go way Beyond
My shit is airtight, more Professional than Léon
Phenomenal bird's-eye view, your shit is comical
My parables be astronomically bombing you
We calmin' you down, yo, my sound take you back in history
Picture me kickin' "Brown Skin Lady" to Black women in Antiquities
Consider me the cat who got rhymes like the clouds got raindrops
I read the book and I been there, what?! Y'all niggas just namedrop
Plus, I can pronounce Pharaohe Monch, I know who the hell he is
Fuck He-Man or Skeletor, I master the universe like the Jigs
Kid, I call your name out, not the alias, but your government
For the love of it, I chew you up and spit you out like Doublemint
[Verse 4: Mr. Complex]
I wanna be that fly on the wall when the kids crack the acetate
On the tape or the CD, hear me shape them minds
Really I do, and you do too, don't front like you special
Special when you don't got it
Unless you got it and you forgot it
Here's a refresher
Bit of knowledge, you could challenge your professor
I make kids just give up rappin', some all forms of talkin'
I'll frustrate you like tryin' to rewind on a auto-reverse walkman
You look confused like little kids trying to cross busy streets
Is it the beat, is it the rhyme that go you mindin' mine like business?
The sign of times when the population's like, "Who is this?"
Well, it's 'Plex, I'll start a craze like sex
I got more styles than cinemas at Sunrise Multiplex
[Chorus: Kriminul]
One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine
One minute before detonation, one time for lyrical fluctuation
One life to live and though it's better to give
We'd rather take time out for this lyrical fluctuation
[Verse 5: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Yo, I'm rugged on streets, as well as I'm rugged on wax
Your style's sweet, won't you do a song with the Rugrats?
I hold shit down for delf, venoms circulate up in 'em
Funny when I spin 'em like they in a tutu
Sahdeeq rebukes you, refuse you like short change
Long range, strokin' your lady with no shame
My flows aim dent your chest like Tinman
Shake 'em apart, send em down the road with no heart
These five here, nothin' to fuck with this year
You see through like Sheer pantyhose, pendejo
Do 'em in analogue and digital flows
Screwin' up your cerebral, shit you can't even conceive, bro
Heave-ho, off the steamship with your weak flow
My style heavy like Peabo, bully cats like Deebo
The best rest tranquilo and sleep it off, stupid
Krim', Pharaohe, Kweli, Complex, Sahdeeq new shit
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