Come On

Come on my brothers and sisters and all my hip-hop listeners
Let me lift you up lifted and show you I'm the vocal wizard
Go the distance while I flow with wisdom
Penetrate the solar system
Like forever marching forward on a soldier mission
Already told you, listen, can't step to my coalition
We spit flows so cold we leave all foes in the froze position
We feed your souls with rhythm
I take control to make you sweat
Like a man in the can who's waiting on a parole decision
I flow in pole position
I make believers out of people who have no religion
No culture and no tradition
My brain, it holds the wisdom
My thoughts, they fire like a robo-piston
I've seen the future but I'm making no predictions
I'm the medicine man with no prescriptions
See with total vision
Show you friction on mics
Spit a thousand bars with no revision
Too many rap packs act like cats when they're only kittens
Spitting ghost-written rap, phony players from low divisions
Give me the victory cup but take off all the bows and ribbons
I be hitting tracks head on like devastating road collisions

Come on let's take this mic and instrumental
Turn them to an influential, detrimental track
We've done surpassed potential
Essential from the mental
Like the rain, like sub torrential
My tongue's a pencil, graphically designed without the stencil
I'm drawing on artistic words while burning spliffs of herb
Spit a gifted verse to be heard by every life that lives on earth
And all surrounding planets
Admit my sound's gigantic
Smashing like ceramics
Hit by rounds fired by automatics
I'm more dramatic
Make you scream for more like torture addicts
When I talk, my magic have you tripping like I'm endorsing acid
Known to metaphor masses
For letting off Molotov gases
My jaw moves rapid
Spitting science and mathematics
Hip-hop soundboys, they panic
I pick up their thoughts and feel like telepathics
Watch them breathe uncomfortably like they're asthmatics
I make them pray like mantis
More times a day than an Islamic fanatic
My skills do damage
Drill like they're giant pneumatics
I flip like acrobatic Russians on hip-hop percussion
Writing skillful verses by the dozen
While the mic, I bludgeon