Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Well its the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
And Im the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics aint Gonzo but they wrong though
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
Youre not gone be the same when our flow reach your brain
Its bout to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking bout your prowess but were not impressed
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush
Just rushin like the Nile River, power we deliver
See its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
You know, I know, you know, I know
Its going down in mystery
Gift of Gab wont you learn em and assure em
That the fire that you spitll burn em
Burning up the track and turning up the action
Murder one attack him
Serving what youre rapping
Urban gutter anthems
Certain of the fact
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
Youre pervin off the fatness
Fury of the rather early mornings after
Worldly like disasters
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on em
Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples
Feel the bass as the wind blows
In your face and your mental hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
We surpass your previous standards drastically
Mastering bass, setting nights so bright
Beneath the skylight
And days and weeks and months go by
And years and decades and we still so fly
While the others are just fly by night
And not tight we keep writing
Like scribes but we tight and so wise cmon
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back we plotx4, cmon
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
Ill let you get a taste of me
Its going down in mystery