[Verse 1: Edan]

I be the E to the Deluxe, A to the N

For all you businessmen, ain't saying it again

I got rhymes galore, much more than your

Rap dinosaur, poor self-claimed connoisseurs

Literature hurts when dealing with short skirts

Never fess technique, immaculate and effortless

The top of Mount Everest, yes, the best bet

Express non-stop, all aboard to the core

Raw Relaxor, for the fact you're

Craving, paving this route, just like a tractor

Taking the time, to be making a rhyme

Equivalent to a prevalent shrine

That's dedicated to the utmost elevated

Whether it's off the top or pre-meditated

Listener elixir, my words be medicated

The verbs regenerated, the crowd was animated

If you're evaluating me, what would it be?

Number 1, 2, or 53?

Well, it really don't make a fucking difference to me

'Cause I'll be doing this for eternity

Learn to be the best MC that's steps ahead

Didn't have a plan, so you was left for dead

Didn't have a van, so you rode your bicycle

Birth and death is just a part of the life cycle

Watching a ball game, you want to be like Michael

But he can't be you, that ain't see through

That's the true facts don't idolize him

Lace up your kicks, bust your ass to the gym

Develop your skills, explore and work hard

Know yourself and never desert God

'Cause that's the free force, the infinite resource

I used to eat spaghetti with tomato and meat sauce

Now I rock veggies with the sautéed tofu

Demolishing a pimp politician, 'cause I'm supposed to

[Verse 2: Mr. Lif]

So here's where it starts, I rip apart charts and break hearts

Balance book knowledge with street smarts

A man from your fleet thought he's found, he's fucking fickle

Pass the sickle (Chill) – here's a riddle:

Now who abuses money from taxes?

Makes a law, then seals it from the people to make sure that it passes

Using evil's axis to access to all become fascists

Using our greatest fears to lash us (Usher?)

No another sucker, he's got a bottom lip and no upper

Coming from the state down under (Texas)

Yeah, he had a real good time there with his salt and pepper hair

Sending brothers to the chair (Bush!)

Yeah, you guessed it

I could smell the dawn of armageddon when this dick was elected

Anger stored in hangars, weapons and propaganda

Conveyed via camera, penetrate the slander

Those who dove into the pot that's melting

But waited eternally in line for a helping

You step before your turn, they bite your fucking hand like the Bore worms

Breaking you down with more germs

Disease is corrosive, light is highly explosive

Rhymes are cocked and loaded; niggas oppose Lif?

I'm wrecking your dome, while I'm escaping your focus

So pick your savior, nigga – Jesus, Michael, or Joseph

I played when I was younger, but those days have passed

(Yo, what you do now?) I rip frames and laugh

I'm bombing your set like I'm a poet

Four heads from four Feds who got dizzy once they saw dreads

Yeah, they represent power

It means that when you come too hard at me, I'm going to charge you by the hour

They bonded together and now they're strong, presumably

My locks are proof that there is strength in unity

So now it's possible, I'm the son probable, I see through all the bull

While you're in the huddle, call the audible

Stop and realize, you're the captain of a ship that has capsized

Words from a brother who raps wise