[Verse 1: Apani]
Deaf and blind to all dumb rappers, capture ‘em in sound-
-proof bubbles, keep that dumb shit muffled. Above-average
Individuals stellar, non-savage
Love living right on the rise but not lavish, dodge
Madness, rip stages and vanish, feminine, not man-ish
But manage to manhandle matters that get hectic
Backtrack steps like dyslexics, maintain
Bird’s eye perspective above rhetoric, settle
Scores with wit flipped from the tip, scripts mixed
With paradox, drop-kick a verse, send it flying
Over treetops, bust a nigga lopsided on
The other side of the map just to let him know where I’m at
[Verse 2: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
I’ll make ‘em move their feet, incredible heat soften
The tar on the street when I glide over beats, making
Sneakers stick to the concrete, I bomb fleets
Leave heaps of trash emcees tall like the Rockies
Mockeries, them cats on wax, they’re carbon copies
I see ‘em in the clubs, on the streets, and on beats, watching we
They smile in your face, they try to lace you
I see it in their facial. Cats? They stay jelly
I do this here for the love of music, money’s secondary
Skip the preliminaries—let’s get it on, baby
I’ll mash it up and add the gravy. Maybe we can make it
Happen so glorious, Polyrhythm world tour
[Hook: Joc Max]
Yo, the Polys
Rhyme while most emcees waste their time
They define exactly what it takes to shine line after
Line, I’m sure that these cats can blow your mind
Footprints in the sand, y’all seven steps behind. Uh huh, the Polys
Rhyme while most emcees waste their time
They define exactly what it takes to shine line after
Line, I’m sure that these cats can blow your mind
Footprints in the sand, y’all seven steps behind
[Verse 3: Kriminul]
Yo, outfitted, we roll with it, double-digit lyrics, spit it
Rapidly, you feel it hard as acrylic. For real, it’s a pleasure
Whenever we drop treasures, extreme measures, lessons
Of composition verbalized and then sever heads
Brethren, we’re taking US to UK
When my crew sprays, spells “Doomsday,” what did his tomb say?
“Stupid rapper lacking content and subject matter”
Insufficient data when he rhymed, he made the crowd scatter
Make the crowds gather, we the opposite, bring apocalypse
In many shapes and form. What I spit, it ain’t the norm. It’s like
A killer swarm off of Africa attacking your vernacular
All Maxed, I’m made from scratch, Krim and Polyrhythmats
[Verse 4: Mr. Complex]
For real, you’re lucky I decided to become an M-C-
O-M-P-LEX, Lex
Not like auto ‘cause you could be brand-new one day and crash
The next while Complex remains immortal as long as you hit
The red button and stop fronting on the pause
The cause is good, the floors is wood but they tremble ‘cause you assemble
‘Cause you resemble a herd of cattle. Heard you wanna
Battle, but you could battle yourself ‘til you cause a war. We laugh
While you toot your horn. You get torn from the morn’, you get
Born from the porn, so don’t frazzle with me while I
Poly the rhythm, the rebel, then the Addicts
And just like Spike’s first strike, She’s Gotta Have It
[Hook: Joc Max]
The Polys
Rhyme while most emcees waste their time
They define exactly what it takes to shine line after
Line, I’m sure that these cats can blow your mind
Footprints in the sand, y’all seven steps behind. Yo, the Polys
Rhyme while most emcees waste their time
They define exactly what it takes to shine line after
Line, I’m sure that these cats can blow your mind
Footprints in the sand, y’all seven steps behind
[Outro: Samples with Scratches by Joc Max]
“Live and direct in your eardrum” (x6)