[Verse 1: Oracle]

Don't gas yourself 'cause we'll set the roof on fire

Use you as the catalyst getting dissed while perspire

Don't sweat it forget it you'll catch an Alzheimer's headache

Won't remember why you're fed up feeling dizzy from the head up

'Cause we don't let up

Our weight we always get up

Mistakes, we call 'em set-ups for greater moves to make

Rap is in good hands

So we tryin' to hit up all states and

Foreign lands where we don't give a damn if they understand

What the hell we're saying as long as we make 'em jam

As long as the beat is bumpin' and we are rhyming something

And the DJ's cutting then there's no time for fronting

We'll still get the final call like N.O.I. Muslims

Giving encores for the people wilding in the back and front and in the center

We keep the crowd jumpin' better than you or any competitor

Whose due for a lesson in harnessing their mic weapon and keep in peace they rest in

Every minute got 48 hours in it when I'm workin' it flowin' ridiculous it make Poseidon seasick

So much excitement your Belly got tight when I Hyped it

Strobelight effect just form playin' my cassette

Make you want to leave the planet like Star Trek

A demonstration of how I warp cadets tryin to pass the test

A challenge even Mike Piazza hasn't Met

If decent rhymes were currency, Hip Hop would be in national debt

Now who these young black men who makes jams

For all pedestrians with walkmans that bang

As they bop across the land with the mic in their hand

Don't give a damn about Uncle Sam

[Chorus:]

We got you spinning in, spinning in

Within this rhythm killing it, killing it

For all y'all who feeling it, feeling it

[Verse 2: Kimani]

Yo my flow is ridiculous, stimulate minds like clitoris grinds

You feeling is fine, if not in due time

Like wine distilled, it's time to kill, my shine is kill

Brighter than the average street fighter when Ryu spills

Fireball raps, Mass Minds intact

Kids be getting slapped and attacked, when it's fat styles they lack

This black child reacts, like black cat that's trapped

In a corner, one way out we moving on ya

From dusk til dawn, checkmate kings with just a pawn

Kimani embodies rhythm, rhyme phenomenon

Who saved Andromeda from her monster?, Who hipped Marley on being rasta?

Who found the location for Jimmy Hoffa?

Who authored styles more wild than Lee Quinnones?

Who wanna test the rep? Y'all lack cohones

I bone up tracks like John Holmes, jack cates like Sean Combs

Got tomes that's filled up with my rap poems

It's sown up making your headphones erupt

It's blown up, you know that you dig it so don't front

We rush the scene and touch your team like dusted fiends

Rusted beams fall down and crush your knees

While lushes be lighted spliffs, and drinking Guinness

Reciting my words verbatim from start to finish

Diminish the wack, stated out by bringing it back

Know we make your neck snap in flats across the map