[Verse 1: Kimani]

2025 the best rapper alive

Walking New York amongst remains of society's lies

How I survived stays a mystery

For the past 10 years I've plotted and schemed to reverse the history

I built a ship to go back in time

Equipped with a device straight from the second line of "The Ante" rhyme

In 2005 the diabolical Mr. Ill

Slipped Hip Hop a poisonous pill

Concentration camps were built

And rappers were killed and blacklisted in McCarthiest guilt

Now I'm poised to hilt to make it to the launching spot

Peek around the corner quick (You there. Stop!)

Now I got two on my trail

With heat seeking laser missiles ready to send my whole essence to hell

If I fail it marks an end to Bambatta's legacy

So now it's time for me to pull out the weaponry

I let three fly then I duck right

Into a hotel lobby where it seems my lucks right

I found a 22 year old breasted Martian chick

With 3 nipple rings who says that I can chill in her crib

Slid to 405B turned on the full wall TV

Poured out rum and coke, she gave me deep throat

And there we stayed til the dawn broke

Jumped in the hovercraft strapped in, pushed the g-force way past 10

Out to the country side

Through a time portal I'll slide back to 2005

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[Verse 2: Oracle]

Back to the point where

All the mics and DJs turntables and MCs disappear

Where 50% of all superstars are queer

Where all of our dope MCs are taken out in pairs

5 years since the New Millennium's arrived the purpose of rap died out

I let a sigh out

Dehydrated for this lyrical drought took out a canteen of Guinness stout and poured it all out

In memory of Hip Hop, now it's time to plot out a plan

To fill these desolate streets with full hearted fans

Looking like a samurai as I grabbed my mic stand

Sterling silver gleamed from my waist band

As I stuck it deep in this waste land the whole globe started to tremor

Went from winter to summer weather threw off my sweater

The heat made me focus better then I peeped Dr Ill sippin on some Amaretta

In a platinum coated Jetta scopin out the scene

And when he seen me his whole face turned green

He jumped out his ride his whole team came to his side

Giuliani, Pataki and other heads I recognized

Whatever the mic stand started to glow

And when I touched it my vocal chords started to grow

So yo I busted some flows and a bunch of heads started looking out they

Window and then rushed out to the ground floor

Dr Ill got pet and he tried to jet

He had all of NY city bout to snap his neck

But his car wouldn't start the crowd ripped him apart

Literally physically, spiritually, mentally

Giuliani and Pataki couldn't escape either

They got hung from my mic stand for all the non believers

Hip Hop saved in 2005

That's just part of the duty of being a Mastermind