[Intro]
Ye-ah
Expo, Dynamin
Check it out
[Hook]
Yo man listen
There ain't no point in rocking the mic
Unless you plan to kick some shit
That these people could like
So man listen
There ain't no point
In stepping onstage
Unless you plan to bring the fire
Leave them speakers ablaze
So man listen
There ain't no point
In testing these kids
Cause Expo and Dynamic
We the best at this shit
So man listen
These MCs are saying something
So just press play
And don't touch that stop button
[Verse 1: Exposition]
I'm the
Rhyme sparker
Analytical author
Always making sure the price
Is right like Bob Barker
So when I rock the microphone
I say this orchestra of words
With a symphony of phrases
Raise this bar
Till it gets no higher
Check it mother fucker
Like Philadelphia Fliers
Bringing all the fire
Until you start to perspire
Touching me, I'm like third rails
Electric fire
Oh my goodness
Goodness me!
The death of another
Pussy-clat MC!
You're out of your mind
To be attacking me
When my man Dynamic
Is backing me
Oh my god this has to be
The birth of another
Lovely masterpiece
So when they raise the light
They're never passing me
They're booing everybody
That comes after we
[Hook]
So man listen
There ain't no point in
Rocking this mic
Unless you plan to kick some shit
That these people can like
So man listen
There ain't no point in stepping on stage
Unless you plan to bring the fire
Leave them speakers ablaze
So man listen
There ain't no point in
Testing these kids
Cause Expo and Dynamic
We the best at this shit
So man listen
These MCs are saying something
Just push play
And don't touch the stop button
[Verse 2: Dyanmic]
Stop fronting
And bob your head
To the raw mayhem
Making you get up
Like fire alarms at 4am
Rap like espresso
Grab mics and let go
All hearts beating(?)
Out of their chest yo (?)
Best flow you may ever
Hear in your life
You'd think this shit was
Made of paper
How I'm tearing this mic
Man you want to say
That it's impossible
We can pull the party
I can say you're full of shit
Like a fucking port-a-potty
I'm hardly the cat
That these bros(?) want test
Rip 'em into confetti dog
No contest
Who wants next?
Make MCs deny their rap
Then act like heroin addicts
And hide their cracks
Facts me and Expo
Rap sick on this song
Kicking rhymes tighter
Than a fat bitch in a thong
To whoever ever try to
Ditch the verses dude (?)
Then we got two words for you
[Hook]
Yo man listen
There ain't no point
In rocking the mic
Unless you plan to kick some shit
That these people could like
So man listen
There ain't no point
In stepping onstage
Unless you plan to bring the fire
Leave them speakers ablaze
So man listen
There ain't no point
In testing these kids
Cause Expo , Dynamic
We the best in this shit
Yo man listen
These MCs are saying something
So just press play
Don't touch that stop button
[Verse 3: Exposition, Dynamic]
So man listen
I got a bunch of shit on my mind
So just open up the door
Take a look and you'll find
Hey a mad man drinking
Yo a mad man thinking
A third eye seeing
Through bull shit never blinking
You talk a lot of nonsense
But yo it don't move me
Illest two man team
Since Ari and Uzi
Truly - we hope to make the point clear
You don't even need trees
We got the joint right here
And it's weird
There's so many rappers
Concerned with the bling
And yo instead of saying something
They'll say anything but
You'll pull MC's bitch cards
Just like a tooth
Super coming like Clark Kent
Right out the booth
The truth is
The fact we can flow all night
Hitting tracks are like blunts
That are rolled too tight
And that's right
Let it be known
We're killing the competition
Hey yo you can't see Dynamic
Or Expo-mother fucking -sition
Yeah listen
Haha yeah
Man listen
Yes sir yeah
Yeah man listen