[Verse 1: Acumental]
Same cat that said I'll never be a millionaire
Has seen all the competition and it didn't compare
So ya know this type of rhythm is rare
We be the pivotal pair of emcees
Breathing digital air
Vaporized
Speakin' major rhymes
Sit in your chair as we invade your minds
And get you prepared to make the climb to the top
Cause we won't quit 'til we're there
And if we aren't able to strike I'm sure we'll pick up the spare
Catch me rapping to a kick and the snare
The news is that I taught Huey Lewis that it's hip to be square
My style's mad nice whatcha getting all scared for?
Wanna roll the dice man? I triple dog dare ya
Don't f** with me
One could see ya boy's more raw than uncooked meat
And since I be persistent as the flame that sits atop a trick candle
Find me in the hall of fame with ZZ Top and Mick Mantle
Spit shrapnel
Ya man's hot
Can't stop cause a lot of rappers s** balls like dog from Sandlot
They never follow through
And should be held accountable for the demise of hip hop
Yo Term, tell 'em how we do
[Verse 2: Terminal Knowledge]
Settin' it forward the sweetest sh** ever recorded
And I can't say they never ignored it but
I always give 'em the raw sh**
Every letter is gorgeous and yo, never before has
Somebody put their plan into action like this
'Til all I see is cameras flashin' and sh**
Write pa**ionate scripts with immaculate spit and
I keep it goin' 'til it's chappin' my lips man
Graspin' a BIC pen
Verbal hit men
Y'all get with the times like Big Ben
Stop typin' and hit send
All I want is hooplas and beautiful cars
I wanna roll L's with Cuban cigars
I want movie star booty calls
No matter who you are, you can save the ooh's and ahh's for the next guy
I'm tryin' to burn down the mother f**in' house like Left Eye
Burn it down like a talkin' head
They'll offer you a free ride then speed by after they tell ya to turn around and walk instead
I'm the cat you heard about and laughed at
The mad whack a** hat who live by the word of mouth and half cashed pipes
I must have been f**ed up in my last pa**ed life
Fixin' to grasp mics and keep 'em in my clutches
Jumpin' in the deep end mothaf**as