Dialekt - Rap Vortex lyrics

[Intro: Dc.Sir] Yeah, Did you motherf**ers forget? This is ‘The Movement' Don't ever get to thinking for a second that we jumped ship C'mon! Crew like a fighter jet, but who's flying this plane? Nate and Dialekt lit the pilot light Dc.Sir fuelled the flame Boosted the intake Injected high-octane Dropped off some dead-weight And moved on past mach 8! [Verse 1: Dc.Sir] You're next to get trapped in this Rap Vortex You're ‘bout to witness the most complex Content and concepts that rap has ever come across yet Got co-ordinates set, and crosshairs on your chest Your best bet would be to eject your seat 'N contact your next-of-kin immediately You have entered a state of emergency You're all in great danger, move urgently! (Scream) I'll murder any Emcee, wanna find out who the illest is? Put me up against the best rhymers of all time Dead or alive, any to ever exist Any rapper in their prime on any top five list Any era, Any style, Any Hip-Hop artist f** it, Any genre or form of music I am the most intelligent lyricist I'm an Emcees, Emcees, Emcee, b**h! [Hook: Dc.Sir] Scratching 'Rap Vortex' 'Welcome Back' [Verse 2: Dialekt] The only rappers on this album are brothers That's some real motherf**ers ain't it Real music never dated I can tell you I'm over rapping But I'm an addict in the attic While Nate is just chewing mushrooms in a paddock that is Magic LSD is the ingredient So it is fair to say that what we speaking is some acid Diggi, maybe Biggie Never Iggy The illest no buts Even smoking back to front ciggies Sick of rhymers Nobody listens Except Mama And Mama can spit a lyric hotter than Jigga's Geez Guess the genes is in the team Had to beam Now pa** it to young Deace to make ‘em all bleed Yabadoo got me feeling like dropping a deuce on top of the booth On top of the roof soon That's some real sh** And y'all are getting in tune to the 7th Move 'Til they respond like Woo! [Hook: Dc.Sir] Scratching 'Rap Vortex' 'Welcome Back' [Verse 3: Nate Won] The three of us Competing on the daily Seeing who can eat the most Emcee guts I to try be composed When I'm speaking flows I impose on the beat and the speaker explodes Implode your temples like Indiana Jones I guess we all just animals I cannot fight the impulse To expose you posers with no impostor syndrome I know they seem dope But they ain't ill they placebos You hoes want photos? Best keep your camera charged I'm hard to see like Santa Claus And I don't need no camouflage Perceive us like diseases You have been forewarned about Dc.Sir Ain't no Sci-Fi When my voice travels through the mic cord And they record us We have been immortalized It's sort of like the vortex that opens up inside the cypher It's a parallel portal through time! [Hook: Dc.Sir] Scratching 'Rap Vortex' 'Welcome Back'