[Intro]
Yes!
In America, all MCs stay out of the basement
Look at the bricks on the wall and notice
When you hit your head on a speaker
You'll start to be a real dope freaker
And check it out as the rhymes written on red and black ink and yellow paper
You'll start to notice the lyrical content of the mental duress

[Verse 1: Bobbito]
I'm a lyrical baby injector, satirical lady selector, defector
Select your impurity, mad soliloquy
(Inexplicable) of a nemesis MC
Errorless MD embodiment I can't see
My realms too deficient of illuminatory missions to write a story I'm missing cranial fluids
Insufficient I can't sell tickets when I'm playing ball
I rock shock in the house yes yes y'all
So Don you know you're mellow and smoking
Grab the mic and get the shit wide open

[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
Check the image spiritual scrimmage
There is more raw more than god force
And it's to reveal damage when souls are banished
Picture the originator of data or data doesn't matter
Imitators are splattered as it goes of laughter
Abrase and bust through past dues in decomposition
Incisions are made with blades
But fates and religions, religions, religions, re-religions
Rogue organisms affect epidermi
Why learn my speech when in turn I burn eyes
Teach the deaf, dumb, and blind plus benign mind rhymes design
Fine lines for blind minds
I used to deny signs of the second coming
Verbs to have herb's rectums running
I left 'em humming
So Bob get on the mic and do me justice
Take the mic and bust this
[Verse 3: Bobbito]
I walk in peace with the passion
Metamorphosize into earphone speakers I'm crashing
A metamorphosis of course is this
Awful bliss that keeps people living like corpseses
I block anyone from sun to sun
Gonna rock to the rhythm 'til I just begun
I'm gonna get on out, I'm gonna get on up
Gonna jerk my dick, haha, say what?

[Verse 4: Godfather Don]
All types of stripes are giving for your less than immaculate living
The rap you was kicking got shit hot in Hell's Kitchen
Now stools from brew brains
The loop frames and you can't get it
Right ventricle laid bleed it
Right, right, you left defeated
Never claimed to be peril whenever the benevolence severs limbs to ends of benevolence
The evidence that remains
The busted frames in flames
Some torture, confession, revelation
Now bite the shit I bought ya
You get lifted 'cause you can't do what I do
So Bob get on the mic and wreck shit, it's about you

[Verse 5: Bobbito]
Start to finish I diminish and devise a wise lie lies inside the either divide or despise
Dispose the clothes that shows the open proposal
I propagate with propane [?] disposal
Party people peoples in the place to be
Are gonna rock to the rhythm to the T.O.P
And to my future family, hope we stay thick
Until that day I'm gonna jerk my dick
[Outro]
Ow, ow, ow, I keep on, I keep on, keep on
Godfather Don your word is bond to the break of dawn
Get on, get on, get on
Yeah, yeah, you know how it is, got to keep on
To [?], got to keep on
To Bobbito, you gotta keep on
To Sketchy A, you gotta keep on
Don't forget the TEC, you gotta keep on
Girl gypsy, we gotta keep on
To Phil [?], we gotta keep on
And don't forget the other ladies, gotta keep on
You know how it is, we gotta keep on

Yeah, to the unborn children, all the hungry children
All the crackers and cheese, all the milkshakes and jello and ice cream, keep on
Word, to all you rancid psychologists that don't know the intrical intricacies of the brain, the mental duress
You need to go back to your books and study
You'll never be a father, children, get it?
Get it? Got it? Duhhh, ah!
To all the [?] and jaundice and overflowing maxillas and mandibles... squeeze 'em