[Intro]

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4”

“What comes after 4?”

...2

[Verse 1]

Higher form fighter born firestorm

Disguised as porn, hiding out inside your dorm

Buyer be warned as in caveat emptor

As other inmates, in the yard ask me what I’m in for

Ten four, but only if you copy

Most of these cocky rappers are known to be sloppy

...whole posse, sound old and off beat

I stomp the track, 10 toes, all feet

...raw meat for the carnage

Described as lost, I draw heat from the darkness

Whether high cross or crescent moon sacrilege

Dig in the truth sack, they’ll send the goons after ya

I am Africa, as much as America, Europe, and I can back it up

Using nothing but a sundial, and an abacus

Half of this, is studied in the classic sense

The other half, is quantum scale accurate

Now we study 'til we master it

Collecting assets cause we’re passionate

I hope you notice that they’ve sold you a lie

Which is exactly what will happen when you open your mind

GU!

We’ve amassed a collective

Of trans-intellectual genius for your inspection

....yea the dream is on

That’s why I spit it Frederick Douglass mixed with Robert G. Ingersoll

The free-est fall, you couldn’t match velocity

I keep it going even if the DJ drops the beat

Cock the heat, and aim it at these wack rappers

...force their defeat then chain 'em to these backpackers

...I’m Mr. Strickland, you’re a bad slacker

If you’re a villain, I’m Batman in my vast cavern

...I'ma spit 'til I can’t

I just hope my family and friends understand

This the plan

Climb the scientific tree of knowledge, pick a branch

Or you’ll miss your chance

...my music leaves you in a sensor trance

Compare you to me, would be like B-boyin’ to Riverdance

Get your man

[Interlude]

Who are the best five rappers of all time?

Think about it

Papi, Papi, Papi, Papi, and Papi

Because I spit hot fire!

[Verse 2]

What’s it like? What? Life

It’s sucks if you just chase bucks

And chuck dice for brittle stuff

Sickle tucked, and it’ll cut, and riddle guts

Indo in dutch, 2 puffs and pass it if you lit it up

Yea we smokin’

Why the fuck you think we still here?

My whole crew is real weird

A bold new peer tier

Here, here, a spliff for Mister X

...I’ve kicked it with the best, and slept while missiles hit the deck

They never gave an inch of respect

So I took it and was housed where the signal was kept

Still I caught you lookin’

Gross overtly, still nerdy within

I’ll pick my teeth with a dirty syringe

Then kick my flow superbly

...who want it

Fuck a round, you diss, I’m giving you two hundred

Up and down, really bizarre

These silly apes let them churches

Tell 'em who their enemies are

While we wonder how

...People get blowed off my second hand

A master in the dojo, the very type to check your stance

Brand the logo. Now the people call me “4 Side”

On the beat I’m spittin' cheat codes just for more lives