PLANNED & EXECUTED

Too hot to handle, stepping up another level

The dark, the mood, the move makes ‘em settle.

They froze, hit by the power blows

Those comedians named as foes as the crowds assemble.

God gave me the mic and said get ‘em

Tickle their brains a while, burn ‘em, forget ‘em

‘Cause them boys ain’t nowhere my level, scan.

Fireballs split ‘em up, they’re dealing with a madman.

Strategy planned and executed to perfection.

It’s like a world invasion.

Move or you’re gonna get hurt

I bust rhymes into the air so they’re thinking I’ve gone bezerk.

Here they come again, everyone run

691 … burning like the sun.

Heat generates, the heart pulsates

The lung dilates and everybody waits.

Too much tension builds, stand still

Drums injure, vocals kill.

Fresh from the rest nest, hot off the press

Look at the mess they left, well regardless

Scrap the magazine, the lean, mean rap machine

Rarely seen … wipe the screen

Move to the next scene, deeper than you’ve ever been.

Up against the wall but that ain’t all

Rap is diabolical, many will fall.

Turn; go for your mic, shoot!

Ha ha! You fire blanks in your so called war suit.

Take a dose of my medicine. This is like High Noon son

And you can’t touch the tune.

Wait till the moon rises

Mic devices fused, emcees it paralyses

Causing a crisis.

I said when I return it’s gonna get serious kid

Kick the doors open, everybody gets hit.

Don’t miss none of them, bam bam bam

(Click) … that’s why you ain’t seen the man.

Reload the amplifier, make my day

I hear you wanna play, all right, let’s play.

You’re the pawn overshadowed by the rook

Ruled by the king and queen playing by the book.

The new players in town took

Everybody by storm and God! How the place shook.

Marlon cover me, Gary, Paul, Chu

Get everybody ready, bring the car, come with me.

Bring the decks, the mixer, bring the mics

And look … everybody siked.

J … you know what to do, distract ‘em

Nigel mix ‘em up good and then track ‘em.

1st Rate check the needle, Skore

Tener don’t forget the cans, what we came for.

Spray the pace, bomb the place

‘Cause we ain’t from the place.

Artful … dodge ‘em, Numskulls move in from the side

Get the rope, tie ‘em up, watch ‘em.

And if they move knock ‘em out

RCC with the rough cuts to block ‘em out.

Precise, the man’s like ice

Old with the 12 device, pay the price.

I fired the mic, they flew back

They all turned from skin to blue then to blue-black.

Silence everywhere!

Means I came back with a bang, better prepare.

Double decks, cuts are rugged,

Hold your breath … and then.

Crews to jump ship, you’re paranoid

The cuts can rip, sucker ducks destroyed.

Emcees are parasites, djs are null and void.

Slip, smile … you’re caught on polaroid.

Check the level audio, fool you’re weak.

Trick’s in the mix, in the red, you peek as we speak.

From the paper to the tape,

Tape to the wax to the studio, split the break.

The untouchable, rough, rugged

From the ground dug it, spies bug it.

Tap to trace, make some space

Duck with your two face and chase the pace.

Too quick, you fall, get off my tail

Sap rappers living in a fairytale.

They go scene to scene, from dream to dream

Too late, we’re gone, heard but unseen.