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")