One-two, one-two, in the place to be, yes indeed

As we proceed to give you what you need

Always smokin' that 'dro weed

We have Dilated Peoples

Set to detonate

(There's just one thing that I would like to say)

(There's just one thing that I would like to say)

(There's just one thing that I would like to say)

(There's just one thing that I would like to say)

We got tension in suspense, theme in variation

Train robbery panic, description of equation

I'm after the gold, and after that, the platinum

You want what you don't have, so far, neither one's happened

But I was told by my peeps, "Play your cards right"

Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype

That goes for bad reviews, good reviews

Any press, the news, I don't watch the tube, I watch the crews

Triple Optic cockpit views

Bird's eye, catch the rhythm in the words I use

I've learned to burn pain for fuel

Everybody plays the fool sometimes

The other side of the game is cruel

I'm back to school, the master rules

Born in the church where the master rules (Why?)

I embrace the task that give birth to tools

And keep the pressure on that turns Earth to jewels

(How that sound?)

(How that sound?)

Yeah, Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown, it's like this

(How that sound?)

(How that sound?)

C'mon

(How that sound?) Yeah

Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown

(How that sound?)

On tracks, it's like boomerang

Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back

Evidence, presumed innocent

Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints

Most are hit or miss, not what this is

Type on tour that might hit your misses

Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year

We hit the road with Rage, Guru, and Primo

Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic

Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic

Bill graham presents Live at the Fillmore

And after the encore, they ask for more

Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S

Science the best, so don't test

Exotic, attack the whack, word of advice

I got it down so cold, like ice from Jewel Heights

(How that sound?)

(How that sound?)

Yeah, Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown

(How that sound?)

(How that sound?)

(How that sound?)

Yeah, step, go ka-pow when you roll into town

(How that sound?)

Check your fusebox, my Cosmic Slop brings cops

Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks

Say what? I bust a U and come back

Reach under my seat for that heat, then blaze tracks

Face facts, you're facing poker-faced cats

Dilated made our way through the maze (So take that)

From boom bap rap, bought some state of the art shit

After two L's, I'm Cool like James Todd Smith

Made ya burn while the tables turn

I teach, but I'm ready, willing, able to learn

These cats tryna eat, I'm just tryna breathe

And tryna leave a legacy that you couldn't believe

Live from DND, peace to NY G's

Rakaa Cy Young on the M-I-C

Babs is clockwork, you could set your wristwatch

And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jocks

Hey (How that sound?)

(How that sound?)

(How that sound?) No time, Dilated platform, expansion team

(How that sound?)

Dilated

No doubt

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