[Verse 1: Oracle]

We got professional attire fire where we desire

On dum dums and hollow heads whose rhymes are tired

Verbal roulette in dire need of someone skilled to set it

Entire words resemble lead shells before the spreading

Out break the setting paramedic are needed

And anesthetics for those who ain't already weeded

Let's proceed to the root of the topic y'all need to stop it

Trying to make the cut like Bobbit get smoked like chronic

And it feels good bustin these fluid flows at you with precise aim

You're the target inside of the frame

High octane used to light the frame

To fuse the bombs and grenades that are under the stage

You shouldn't have came we give you nightmares like Dana Dane

On Elm Street we gotta nose for this and you smell weak

Not even Hellen Keller could feel your rhymes

We came to take you out and it's now it's about time

[Chorus:] (x2)

If you expecting a lesson from lyrical weapons

This message is directing to you from the professional two

Cause we be non-stop rocking it, rocking it

Say rocking it‚ rocking it‚ rocking it‚ rocking it

[Verse 2: Kimani]

We on the come up, and accolades here won't even sum up

The read deal or real feel on steel wheels

We melting wax at the test press

You best bring an extra needle when minds come to rock like the Beatles

Let my pants sag like ears on your beagle

Your feeble attempts to stop me be coming up short like Dr. Evil's

Little counterpart, we clear to counter art

Or make the art that counts‚ produce the mass amounts

Bounce the word out Masterminds here to take nerds out

Who thought they was fresh but in fact it really turns out

They burnt out like churches in Alabama

From Atlanta to Havana they saying we great like Alexander

And it's intense, light up the mic just like it's incense

You saying I'm nice and know Kimani's always been since

Hunter High School where my crew we left our imprints

Me and E-Dub first ave Hawks and Hitmen

Now pimping on 97th off off Amsterdam, when I connect just like an Ampersand kids be trampling to catch a sample of

The joints that I drop‚ raw Hip-Hop

You move to quick and you're bound to get shot