[Intro: Blueprint and sample]
Yeah, what up
("The show is over")
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul Position, RJD2 on the beats
Plus myself, Blueprint, on the rhymes
("The show is over")
Live and direct
[Hook: Blueprint and sample]
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
[Verse 1: Blueprint]
We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Life begins when the record spins, and ends
When blended into the next with scratches
RJ constructs the canvas, I find the color that matches
Outline the rhyme and increase the content
Blueprint, the piece that completes the concepts
Sequence the song, steps to make it more complex
Soul Position in – sole possession of poll position
Hold your breath and listen
While I resurrect these twenty-six letters
A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparison
You're not ill – and if you are, my notepad's full of medicine
Plus my freestyle is Excedrin
Take two rounds and call me back with a new style
And show me you're prepared for the final frontier
[Hook: Blueprint and sample]
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
[Verse 2: Blueprint]
We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
My pen, like a turntable arm, moves mechanically
Even when the groove shifts, or skips dramatically
I accurately etch out my well-defined fantasy
Across the skyline, colored with sound
I move into position like a cumulus cloud
Acid rain slang, still a part of my M.O. since my first demo
Known to soak instrumentals
With brainstorms, capable of breaking the calm
Created by strange tongues that praise the norm
But while they make a living giving false testimony
I bust in and bless the ceremony with an exercise in exorcism
First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous open mic sermon
For the trife vermin, that had a hard time learnin'
How to properly prepare for the final frontier
[Hook: Blueprint and sample]
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
[Verse 3: Blueprint]
Yo – we breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies
Of lost verse, or grooves you could've looped first
But refused to do the work when the whistle blew
So in a world dominated by the digital
The metronome I listen to beats inside of my chest
It speeds up with the level of stress
It's built to last – but analog, at best
Ingest another measurement of time served
My lifeline swerves, kind of like a sine curve
Time blurs, during my breakneck ascent to apex, and then
Slows during my lows
Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows
The ass of my art form's always exposed
But I'm inspired by the front rows
They're the reason I'm prepared for the final frontier
[Hook: Blueprint and sample]
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
We're here ("The show is over")
The final frontier
[Outro: sample]
("The show is over")
("The show is over")
("The show is over")