[Hook: Del & (Tajai)]

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)

Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)

Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)

You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)

[Verse 1: Del & (Tajai)]

Professional marksmen, make your brain cartwheel

Sparkin' with the end to impart skill

Heart of steel with wheelbarrow's filled with flow

Invincible, invisible, indivisible sentinels

We injure you to have to feed you food in a tube

Bust an intertube tryin' to curb hop to show shop

Matt Murdock, every word drop like bird droppings

Splattin' a taste of the cold facts you're facin'

Beyond basic, basement flavored napalm

Sacred sages break the fake shit they on

We stay on point to never disappoint

And we've been annointed to show you all where the joint is

[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)

Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)

Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)

You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)

[Verse 2: Del]

Step right up, here's an introduction

Olympic bustin' to crack your infrastructure

Thrust words with luster, the conductor

Analytical, you wanna see me pass a physical (?)

Fortified with minerals, eat MCs like dinner rolls

Exploit 'em like 10-year-old centerfolds

In control, spin the globe, send a probe--that's a pinnacle (?)

My communication's commendable

Resembles a den of wolves

Like having a tendon pulled

Stop stretchin' (?) endless horrendous men

To the timid of grips who limits himself

I melt music in your mind with rhymes that's rapid

So the half-wits wanna clap with the rap shit

They adapt it, radio act

A lyrical entrapment, emmaculance

No accident, you just a daiquiri

After cheese, but you don't own the factories

Lack degrees, that's why you act to please

Never reach true mastery; hip hop is like a craft to me

I got the master key; Dick Dastardly with Pterodactyl wings

Craftmatic with a rock tablet, photograph elaborate

Musical maverick, so fat you add width

And have a spliff, stop playin' devil's advocate!

It could be tragic (what?!) I'm great with gadgets

You take your last steps; I'll break your assets

You need some saccharin' to make it happen

You can't fake a fragment, I've got it grapplin'

Switch you like half a ten, should've packed a pen

Cuz I rap to win, when it's time for beddy-bye

I sling styles in a steady stride, showing every side...

[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)

Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)

Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)

You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)

[Verse 3: Tajai]

Now, I'll leave that ass twisted like the hicks from Deliverance

What is the impetus with your grand displays of omnipotence?

You're up against a frictionless MC

Continuously pop 'em out until I

Froth at the mouth and got

Niggas runnin' up on me like

'What you smokin'?!"

My vision may be blurry but I

Won't lose focus

Every inch of muscle, every last corp hussle (?)

Poised for the task at hand to blast (blaow!) boisterous

Street line rhymes from an unclean mind

Some shit for you knucklehead niggas to cling on (Klingon)!

I'm cloaked in my bird, a prey set to slay

I'm not goin' home without no heads today

I run up and snatch 'em, stash 'em, in my satchel

When the cops come, I bust up into fractors

Reconstitute before you begin to shit (?)

You niggas is MCs? Oh that's cute!

I lambast you, mash you, run past and pass you

"What the fuck was that?!" 'fore you can ask, I blast you

Resurrect and enhance you, so you don't get a chance to

Insult my intellect with no dance tunes

I'm off in it, off-ended

You off centered, with no thought in it, admit it

Ya'll did it, once I start, ya'll finished

Should've scarfed ya'll spinach and said penance

Scattered your minions in a matter of minutes

They battered, bented

Contorted, a sordid sight for forensic sorting

Thoughts my first sortie after my third forty

In it for the love 'til my crib is boarded up

And I'm long gone, everyway you bugged, huh

Should've brought guns

The only way you could've got some

I'm awesome and also

Got your minds flutterin with each butter utterance

[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)

Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)

Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)

You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)