[Chorus: Dan Pomfret]

Come, MCs, bless the table

Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)

Come, MCs, bless the table

Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic

[Verse 1: Dan Pomfret]

My truth is universal

I'm in the booth with inhuman merciless tactics

You need a prophylactic

I'm super fertile, get it moving, turtles

I'm going to go to the Super Bowl like a new commercial

And grip the mic with the strength of eight

I'm a human Ursula murdering

You're sleeping with the fishes when I hit the afterburners

And I jack the tournament, ejaculate the facts

And call this shit a sermon-on

So get your learning in while I'm serving it hot and ready

Brutus and Judas could never hurt me, I'm rocking steady

Yes, my bebop is heady

You need to get your books and your hooked on the phonics ready

'Cause I'm leaving all of y'all free falling like Thomas Petty

Silent as the monastery, violent as the grave

Line it with a vague notion that divine is in the game

Rhode Island is the providence, you'll find it in the name

Where we're grinding up the vinyl and we hide it in the veins

[Chorus: Dan Pomfret]

Come, MCs, bless the table

Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)

Come, MCs, bless the table (Come on)

Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah (Come on)

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic

[Verse 2: ToadStool]

Yo

He never thought he'd rise above much

Never had the stomach to grub lunch

And never have I ever wanted more than to jump-punch kids

With they trust funds, taking up a spot for a plus-one

(For a plus-one)

Never thought there'd be any recognition (Nope)

Never really thought there'd be anybody paying admission

Just to watch us dance like there's water in our circuits

And I'm sorry if I'm cautious (Sorry), I get startled when I'm nervous

But when it's stage time, name something that ain't mine

Ten minutes in and I'm still running off the same rhyme scheme

That I schemed back in grade nine (Grade nine)

Fine like some aged wine (Aged wine)

Fine like it's straight from the grapevine

Prime cut, treat a verse like a slow roast

Toad be the host with the most tryna aim high

Catch me matching a ghost note, roasted in some old clothes

Clotheslining suckas tryna aim high

[Chorus: Dan Pomfret]

Come, MCs, bless the table

Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)

Come, MCs, bless the table

Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic

[Verse 3: Lewis M.]

I grab the pen, now watch me go the distance

Hit 'em with a little bit of lorem ipsum

Shit I'm cooking, you'd swear it was Ramsay in the kitchen

To flambé every fuckin' instrumental is the mission

This page is the only mirror in my possession

That when I look at it, I actually like my reflection

Take it back to me at age fifteen

Skinny nigga with gap teeth and way-too-big jeans

Writing poems and verses during sermons on Sunday

And spit 'em at the poetry slam the next Thursday

While hoping that one day, I'd be spitting like the niggas on my iPod

Sixteen years later, the chase hasn't stopped

But the aim is very different, ain't gunning for MCs

It's me that's the vision

Tryna take it back to when I wrote with reckless abandon

No worries 'bout the cash or the cap

Just the mirror unpolluted by adulthood

Facts

[Chorus: Dan Pomfret]

Come, MCs, bless the table

Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)

Come, MCs, bless the table

Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic

[Verse 4: Phenix Blak]

Heh-heh

The metamorphosis left them mute in the orifice

The chirographic contortionist, kill it like Kevorkian

No life supporting this, pull the plug like the block is hot

Smell of kerosene and sulfur, pay three for the mind rot

Send your world into darkness in the tomb of the Yawgmoth

Such a pleasure to have you at the foot of my altar, ha

Kid catacomb, grind their bones for the alchemy

Turn emcees to stone when they hear of my valkyrie

Nephilim, fire and brimstone is the tone

Tale of a fabled legend since the day I was born

Now I break bread with kings, some gods of their own

Hear the thunder when we sing Zarathrustra in form

Seen as a heretic for calling forth the esoteric

Read the scrolls, now my soul's embossed with the phoenix spirit

At the foot of Mount Arafat with a dagger and battle axe

Lay my weapons and wordcraft

Bask in the silence after the bloodbath

[Chorus: Dan Pomfret]

Come, MCs, bless the table

Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic

[Verse 5: Beard]

Straight out the dungeon of rap

Syllabics smack over boom bap

Tactics illmatic, in fact, still savage

That Macho Man Randy ear candy for the masses

With Pomp and Circumstance like we graduated classes

Valedictorian, hopping in the DeLorean

Weaving between the fabrics of time like we're historians

Flying over space at a torrid pace, ignoring the human race

And murdering bars with rigor mortis

Yeah, that sick spit, hit clits quick, wit splits lids

Kids get pissed, just quit

Sick six, six, six spit

Tame kittens' lame writtens, gotta 86 'em like a hit list

The Godfather poppin' off with mafioso flow

So, so dope, complexion white as Sosa's snow

You got that concrete nosedive pose and it shows

The table blessed with that immaculate prose

[Chorus: Dan Pomfret]

Come, MCs, bless the table

Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)

Come, MCs, bless the table

Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah

Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah

Come on, let's bless the mic (Tree)

[Verse 6: Jesse the Tree]

Pull up a lawn chair

The upper echelon ball player, dragon slayer, hater evaporator

Tears and cheers born in the crosshairs

Forlorn winter, watch what the frost bears

It's been a long year, better yet a decade

I'm tryna find the medicine in memories with friends made

Break bread, spread around the ciabatta

Medulla oblongata, inhale marijuana (Marijuana)

Quailman from the thicket of solitude

I was takin' naps while y'all were makin' power moves

I'm not a sour dude, tryna see the bright side (Bright side)

Tape wings to the mic, let my soul fly (Soul fly)

And even if I never make it to the throne

The paper that I'm lacing help me feel like I belong (Word is bond)

Grateful just to make it into song

And create a better bond with vacancies in my heart, yeah

[Verse 7: joe bruce]

Yo, look, look

Dim-witted, at times, I'm super witty, though

Unbreakable like Kimmy Schmidt

Water keep the city lit

I produce the power like I'm 50 Cent

And never care for naysayers 'cause they ain't paying any rent

Landlord, a vanguard

Mix roles like gradient fields

I'm eating hemp hearts, but you don't like how grainy it feels

I can't blame you, I make hits

José Abreu, then kick back with Atreyu

On the back of Falkor

In this never-ending story coming through the soundboard

Heard you was a rapper, but your patrons sound bored

If you a peaceful soul, I'll be there around 4:20

Keep your dab rigs full of honey

Hearts full of love, don't you worry about the money

All that's gonna come, feel my reign when it's sunny

I be going dumb when Matt O feeling drummy

Now I gotta run