[Verse 1: Sapient]

To the little baby emcees who complain 'bout my attitude

This is an example of what grown up rappers do

I've broke the walls but my thinking patterns basic

And 'dope lyricist' is an underexaggeration

Fucking sick, like the melted plastic tasted

I'm the new generation if you don't pass it down I'll take it

You can't ignore me cause I am the authority

Knocking on your door with that dope, that's habit forming

Skill plus money, you couldn't afford to spend a buck

I think you'll have better luck not ever trying to measure up

Holding a ruler above your head, don't count

I still get up on tracks though my train of thought broke down

It's Sapient, I'm the one that makes the beat hit

And Ethic's your everyday run of the mill regular genius

We're fed up like little tubby obese kids

Peep this, it's nothing short of magic when the ink drips

[Chorus: Sapient and Ethic]

Long live dope emcees, rocking potent beats

Colder than it's supposed to be, make the pacific ocean freeze

We build war machines, steel wrapping self esteem

That means more for me, well that means more for me...

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[Verse 2: Ethic]

I'm bordering between genius and pervert

These emcees are pussies hiding under they girl skirt

Rap till these words work to actively further

The state of hip hop till I inevitably burn her

Rap till my nerves hurt, smoke herb first

Tap into the zone that acts as a server

Cap into the tome and rap's just been murdered

By cash, glitter and chrome, I laugh at the nursery

Talent, collapse every person we challenge

Consider me a threat from long range like Ray Allen

And I'm a little bit too inconsiderate

But too many emcees don't pay attention to penmanship

This is some endless shit that you just entered

So stick with the apprenticeship before you get injured

And listen to these letters drift into the centre

Of what you focus on when you think about getting better

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Illmaculate]

My baseball cleats in your face'll be

Unless you bow down and place your knees where the pavement be graciously

I put it blatantly, I spit amazingly

You fake emcees should pay a fee to even be on stage with me

Bitches, when I speak it's just sickness

This is the best rapper crammed in five feet and six inches

This hazardous content causes the havoc of bomb threats

And panic that happened in Auschwitz

Faggots, long as the facts are in context

I don't think I'm God... God has an Illmaculate complex!

Be cautious when testing me you little cocksuckers

Fed-ex emcees get slit open with a boxcutter

The blockbuster, hip hop hustler

That drops from the top like crop dusters, on all you pop fuckers

Cypher with me, watch you pussies get ate

Cause I'm the type of emcee all of y'all should be but ain't

[Chorus]