[Intro: Samples with Scratches by DJ Kaos]
“Dr. Becket” (x2)
“El Da Sensei” (x3)
“K-Skills”
[Verse 1: K-Skills]
Solo Avenger president, Corona King K, I’ll leave
Cyphers open and hot like Bengay from here to NJ
Peace to my cous’ Paul, Number 9, and Kaos
Brick City flavors, K be that MD rhyme-relayer
With craft, flow, master with tags on every block
From 16th Street to downtown, Moet marks the spot
I’m a Junkie for Beats like DJ Babu on the one and twos
Lyrically, I Got the Hook-Up like Black and Blue
[?] mark it, spark it after dark
Emcees get ripped apart whenever I flip thе art
Stay on balance with talent, so fuck what them hеrbs say
Precise with the wordplay, I hope the world heard me
Rest in peace, Aaron B., yo, I’ll see you soon. Life
Got me thinking that I was doomed from the womb
The boom is my medicine, I stimulate your mindstate
Like I’m mescaline. This is for the nonbelievers
That said I couldn’t achieve this. Now a lot of people are
Speechless, so I continue to freak shit
[Hook: All] (x2)
Our delivery is creativity straight off the top
We drop the real shit. Solo Avengers’ll leave your
Spot blown. We setting it for Maryland, you can’t come close
We rip these mics so everybody out here know
[Verse 2: El Da Sensei]
At your service to break, serve it, wordsmith, delivery
Urgent, intent to make the mind experiment
Pitch tent, set up camp, make you realize the size
Of my rhyme sheet can’t be stamped or revamped
Amplify for the tried-and-true, actual status quo
Hit your block, a bag of dro, eyes low, the shoulder smashed
Up the stash, white with ‘em, hit your mom for the low
Gradual cash flow with limited spin on your radio
[Verse 3: Dr. Becket]
A starving artist, far from calm with this, I’m marvelous
Armed with scripts [?] y’all could step off of this
Dr. Beck hard to miss in the park, sparking spliffs of chocolate
Hitting up spots with broad marker tips, crabs
Try to trace our scripts and get lost in this abyss or get
Tossed off a cliff for being fraudulent, taking up
Space from the start, they shouldn’t be a part of this if they don’t
Know the art of it. We dominant, bombing shit
Tour within the continent, rocking shows and got clothes that sponsor it
Designing rhymes since ’89 and still prominent
Keep the scama lit, I stand tall like the monument
My mind is spending time trying to find the paper, make
A rhyme that take your mind to another place and time and make you
Honor it, drop jewels when it’s time to spit
[Hook: All] (x2)
Our delivery is creativity straight off the top
We drop the real shit. Solo Avengers’ll leave your
Spot blown. We setting it for Maryland, you can’t come close
We rip these mics so everybody out here know
[Verse 4: K-Skills]
Excelling my mental with a pencil and the next L
Rotating thirty-three-and-a-third like on your SL
The network expert [?] to make
Your neck jerk, K keep it hot like a sweatshirt
I master blocks from East Housing to Townsend
[?] I’ll be lounging
Displaying my skill on two-inch reels as my 9-to-5
Certified street fame from tags, K’s the bona fide
Herb-sparking, cypher-starting, seargant holding my fort
Standing on my two feet with no support
The songs I never write leave the featherweights with melon aches
Gimmick-free lyric spree. L, why don’t you demonstrate?
[Verse 5: El Da Sensei]
Relay
The message through my essence in craft, checking the math for mistakes
Breaks, half-assed takes on mixtapes. As
Time grows shorter, I border the line, shine a quarter
Of the time, the rest bless the buddha for the incline
Online effects, click twice to load my scrolls
Tips on how to roll. Soul-controller of the story foretold
4 and 0, 973, Sensei [?]
Brick City official, rock hard like Stone Cold