What d'ya fuckin' know?

You don't know shit!

Spittin' heavy words to a heavy beat

Your rhyming's sounding incomplete

Dare to compete and you'll greet the white sheet

My tight speech flows like tai chi precisely

Pronouncing syllables nicely so remind me

If you can bring the funk or if you've got the style for this

Cus through my analysis, for you this could be hazardous

Spittin' that blasphemous to the maximus

Decision is unanimous, so you know you don't wanna go on after us

Because we blow the stage to bits, giving epileptics fits and cause the sun to eclipse

Staying hotter than you're fucking chips

Sweeter than barbeque dip or a chick that's slim thicc

Persistence is key when I'm kicking a melody

Potentially write the type that the crowd can recite back to me

I'm fucking slapping beats, bringing the cavalry

Making tunes like I was working in a factory

Lacking credit if you cannot get it's atmospheric

Catastrophic, all you actual muppets are pathetic

If I said it I done it it and If it's past forget it, check it

first to stand and the last to leg it

Dash the edit, do it raw and uncut

99.9% of pure 'WHAT'

Stir it up, always boiling the pot

All they get is CC, cause the noise doesn't stop

Instrumental is influential within the temple

Think it gentle when they flip it to see its potential

There's no be-all-end-all, universe is in peripheral

And I won't hear a single word you say if it's abysmal

It's so mad profound, when we roll round

The way we're making a wave, let's hope you don't drown

Things assemble in this residential, it's essential

When all that's left is The Specials up in this Ghost Town

In the session I get lyrical

Hit the mic like I was getting physical

Take lessons from life, improve the spiritual

And rap on a daily like it's a ritual

I literally never stop killing the beat

My literacy sharp while spitting a free

Do this shit definitely differently

So if you got to M.I.C. give it to me

I'm sitting in the lab once again with my pen

I put it to the paper, make a means to an end

Visualise rhymes in my mind's eye

Then I manifest visions like Mike Tyson

Find my zen, then I let the thoughts flow freely

And proceed to see that it's all so easy

To write a verse and commence rapping

The fact is I let the universe make it happen

And that's it

Spazz, what you know about him? He raps iller

Capital my manifesto, it's no joke

The rhymes I wrote is nicer than yours

Heard your rhymes son, it should be a crime you wrote, yo

Hi hats sit on top of my dome

Let the snare hit your chest, you get kicked in the throat, yo

A chess vet grand rapture

Lurking in halls, my sword faster than Master Blaster

I catch ya, then I harass ya

Welcome to mi casa, reefer I passed that

In the lab son, speakers is blasting

Check the speech yo, freestyle everlasting

I pull up in a grey coupe

I loop sounds with steel drums, and play 'em with space loops

Last part, spitting nothing but business

Master the art son, you can't fuck with this