Roboflow

The ride of a lifetime, times the static attic vibe
Is what we provide for yo mind
So you can step inside and wine and dine
Upon the lyrical find, steady rockin'
Over calibrated fusion divine—hit rewind

I'm givin' y'all a piece of my mind
Voice in time, and you know the style is f-I-n-e fine
We platinum lined, all other stars be outshined
By the five up in the pocket, jumpin' out from behind

The plan I devise will strengthen and strategize
On limitless endeavors to ascend the ladder of lies
Compromise you shouldn't, so realize they wouldn't
Attempt to fill it up—so in a different size, they put it

While we on the topic, let me get it out right here
We're simply speakin' to you in a format you wanna hear
So clear your mind, relax, the P's got the reins
Multistylamin' injection, Pomeroy into your veins—BOOM

It's the double-M, ma-double R-O-N
Once again rushin' that adrenaline
'Cause when I'm on the mic, MCs disband, they see guitar
In hand and they be like—Damn!

This band be blowin' the spot, and y'all be knowin' they hot
The train is mowin' your thought, therefore expandin' the plot
That's what happens, and it ain't gonna stop
Eh yo D, we gotta gotta drop

Back in this—round two, tell me what you gonna do?
Who, me? You can't see—I'm invisible
Bendin' light like the Predator, editor
Of the BS tip, and I'm gon' settle the score

The words on a page, in a rage I construct
With my fury of thought, from your pride I deduct
Maximum props, 'cause the blocks will erupt
As soon as kids in the street realize your sound is corrupt

Yo—we vibratin', no waitin'
Constantly matin' with genetic strands of groove and funk
We fat like bacon and butter over Teflon
So slippery when we get it on—point like Allouicious

Very viscous like Omegatron bliss
Pump this through your stereo—now don't miss the gist
Shootin' up from the sound, no doubt
Cause mass production of suction and lackin' lyric injection

Can only lead to rejection—BOOM
The who's, the hads, the what's, the bads
The Mark's, the Shad, the wigs, the fads
We pole-vaultin' y'all, leavin' ya back

To all the radio MCs lickin' they a what?
Chillin' effect—slowin' you down, shuttin' you up
A government-al X-Files cover-up
That's what happens, and it ain't gonna stop—eh yo D

We gotta gotta drop

In unison, breakin', no fakin'
For goodness saken', shakin' all shoes of wack crews
'Cause news we be makin'—we be changin' the time
Rearrangin' the shine, but the music that we kick

Is still the absolute high
P-O-M-E-R-O-Y, the Eskimo Pie
Bring a quest into ya eye, people ask us why
The pimpin' nimble superfly—bite our style? Don't even try

NEVER let the music die