[Prod.Pete Rock]

[Verse 1: Bright Steam]

I'm causing catastrophe evacuating MC's

I'm the radioactivity that won't leave

Fuck the radio but keep the boom box

I'm the renaissance of hip-hop

I'm the nonchalant kid spitting nonstop

Let me take you on an excursion

Just to see gashes, not even a surgeon

Couldn't even surge in

[Verse 2:Technique]

It's crazy how the world hypnotized by a dollar sign

Pound of kush and a pizza on the way from papa johns

They follow my every move

Trying to trace me like a dotted line

But if you get out of line

In result of that imma pop the nine

Paramedics came but they couldn't get to the spot in time

After all I only felt bad when his mama cried

Now he's another victim from a lyrical homicide

My goons more protected then the whip that Obama rides

Through DC

[Hook:Pete Rock x4]

Ain't no time for faking jax

Stop fakin jax

Brothers that fake jax get laid on they back

[Verse 3: Bright Steam]

Preeminent to these novices

A prophecy told by ya homies that i'm cautious apostrophe

I'm too hungry to starve, get a fork, eat ya up

Wipe the blood, hmm delicious

LUCID the apex predator

I lecture and I give sound pleasure

Never under pressure

Flow tighter then that last squeeze of toothpaste

I'm on cloud nine watching fools diss one another with binoculars

That's high definition for ya!

[Hook:Pete Rock x4]

[Verse 4:Technique]

It takes 9 months in the womb for ya body to produce

But only a second to die when this lyrical missile shoots

We like animals in the zoo

It's life threatening to let us loose

So the only time we let loose is when we step in the booth

Most these MC's lying disrespecting the truth

Niggas thinking they men since they got weapons to use

Y'all not nice I freestyle and murder the best in ya crew

Nigga you should've known that I was better then you

If you the heart of the party I put the party in cardiac arrest

I'm blessed to express the ghetto where I started at

Couple bad influences chose not to be apart of that

Evidently my mental forced me to master the art of rap

My soul became treasure like an X was where they marked it at

I obtained ancient artifacts

Buried them where my heart is at

Then formulated them into lyrics clean as a laundromat

The answer's technique if somebody asks who taught ya that

[Hook:Pete Rock x4]

[Transition to part 2]

[Verse 5:Technique]

It's a lot of back stabbers

Don't be surprised when yo back split

Not MVP yet but i'm the number 1 draft pick

I'm aiming for the thrown

Kidnapping whoever has it

Gift wrapped em and sent em back in a UPS package

Causing massive damage

Releasing radioactive

Verses plutonium bursting

Leaving phony's in hearses

The flows only perfect so perfect you could go surf it

I go so deep I end up where the center of the earth is

But too bad for y'all, y'all couldn't leave the surface

You might be getting far but my team is the furthest

That's why I keep my head up like new york city tourist

1 slit per wrist for any other rapper who has heard this

Gotta soul full of gold But this should can't be purchased

So cold I'm making hell freeze over

I got the devil nervous

You don't wanna hear ya name after technique versus

Y'all clowns so imma spit fire to burn the whole circus

[Verse 6: Bright Steam]

Genesis is for the better benefits from 2 lyricists [x2]

I never run out of ammo

It's the big shot head hancho

People wonder how I stay low

And still capable of magma flow

The stamina never stay low

The L-U-C-I-D genesis

If you insist i'll leave your mundane astounded with this lyricism

The messi flow kicking in

I'm headed for the world cup

Fuck your criticism here I come

I'm eating nonstop tobayashi

Better know the outcome so nasty

Better know L-U-C-I-D showing every gimmick and pseudo where the exit is

Within these records you see what illuminated me

C'mon kid I'm to devoted to this music

Luckily my lucid brain mutes it

Mentally this rap shit I pursue it

I'm the last air bender

Being the remedy to hip-hop and it's telling me to enter

Now remember, don't matter what gender, my art

My lion heart, my pen as a fire arm, i'm going off..radar

Ignited myself got niggas smelling the fume mayday mayday

Turn something to gold it's in my DNA

Now you can assume I inherited the genes of an alchemist

I'm not an illusionist

It's all natural and still leave you wondering

Now that I gave you a vivid image

Let me explain that i'm aging

And now that I gave you a vivid image

Let me explain that i'm aging

[Hook: Bright Steam & Technique]

1, 2, what it do

Bullshit or real shit

What you gonna choose?

So tell me what you gonna do?

What, I said tell me what you gonna do

Bullshit or real shit, what you gonna choose?

So tell me what you gonna do when So Lyrically Gifted

And OP comes for you!