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”