[Verse 1: Tom Jeefs]

Yo, rhyming with the Legends on a track is mostly hard to catch

Architects of Rap take it back to upper parking decks

This the Concordat, religion of rap’s consulate

I recover lyrics in stone where once Romans conquered at

I teach to damage it, Tom Jeefs and Canibus

Mark Deez can handle this, MC’s are fans of this

The theory of relativity tells me that I would have to move at c

To see the time when you could spit with me

Or be close to a black hole

Radio listening makes your brain regress to that of a tadpole

They want control and put Hiphop on the lock

You can’t even know the truth if you use what you got

Anarchy’s last chance when The Backlash hits the block

They gon clash with the media like clashing with a rock

In a monopolized world where individuals are jeopardized

Amongst clones is where our rhymes are exercised

Heads of our Times are spittin Furious rhymes

Old empirical Designs are inferior to mines

Your composition theory is easily disputable

‘cause 90 percent of rappers have proven to be delusional

So sniff that shit up and spit it in a bucket

There are three mc’s on just one track that you can’t fuck with

This is beyond of what the average listeners perceive

Mark Deez interrogates speech before you even leave

I snipe you without a scope as far as I can see

Rip the Jacker cut you in half and dump you in the sea!

We don’t sleep we practice melatonin magik

Heavy gravity rhymes singularize the room fabric

Yo Bis, get 'em

[Verse 2: Canibus]

Most intellectual lovers are dumb motherfuckers

I trade the wife's minivan for a pre runner

No matter what happens we gon see it this summer

Your mailman’s bout to be a G.I. Joe gunner

What’s your skill set? We pay the bills with threats

I don’t care what kind of deals you get

Meal ration sealed in plastic, raise up the dead like Lazarus

Contaminated chemical canisters

In a vacuum the smoke billows but doesn’t move

The world as we know it must crash to improve

You speak with such verisimilitude, yeah that’s my dude

One day soon the facts will prove

They say copyright infringement is a terrorist act

You sample the wrong shit they send a drone attack

All these wicked sons of bitches

Poison lips Kissinger kisses

Another crusade coming for Christians

Freaking miserable existence in this digital prison

My prediction no protection program for the witness

Solar power panel for my clippers, still trimming my whiskers

The cleanest caveman you ever seen nigga

Asteroid tsunamis, earthquakes swallow your body

Too late to evacuate, copy!

People like you like to hear yourself talk

Ra Ra Sis Boo Ba with no thought

Raise your hand if your soul has been bought

Garbage bag toilet bowl designed with Feline Pine

Absorbs the moisture that is left behind

CPR pumpin trying to keep his heart running

I saved his life even though I hate that motherfucker

The ripper is here and I ain’t got a nickel to spare

I move slicker than duck shit on a river pair

The tree of life is a MC with a mic

Can-I-Bus and Mark Deez on sight

[Verse 3: Mark Deez]

What you thought it was over?

We just got older, a little bit bolder

The smoke still smolders

The ash and the rubble, I'm back just to hustle

You lackin the struggle, get slapped on the double

Canibus said to move at my own pace

These rhymes are ancient once etched on a stone face

No grace is given to the insolent

You think that you innocent, well what you got to benefit?

I intersect your intellect and disconnect your fickle threat

You little shit you ain't fuckin with Rip!

Your asthma actin up from the dust that I kick

I'm bustin your lip, a revolver with the rustiest grip

Can you stare at the sun? NO, it's just too bright

You can't see a thing when you blinded by the light

So I'm creeping thru the darkness of my imagination

My construct was such a manifestation

You must rejoice the Oracle meets Infinity

It must be what God felt when he became the trinity

I been emcee since the day I could breathe

Been at it ever since I'm never taking reprieve

I got what you need, I'ma give it to you

Mark Deez, Canibus, Jeefs, spitting the truth

I lay my hands on your head you can see what I envision

It's like nuclear fission of circadian rhythm, Deez!