The Last One

Pump up the track some for your partner
 Lets see how many rappers can go the length
 Back in your system with extra strength
 We eat emcees, outdo and surpass em
 But what's gonna make ya different than the last one?
 Boy you touchable
 No need to get apologetic
 Get your bottom dollar, bet it
 Its your problem, I'm a let it
 Alone, the High Priest on the microphone
 Taking historical lyrical oracles to the dome
 My rap is blessed, miraculous
 In fact the impact is just, spectacular
 Intact with the knack to bust butts
 Need I discuss?
 My rhymes make your brain freeze like slush
 Or slurpees, with unpredictable bumps like herpes
 Lets see if you can serve these superb emcees
 All you thirty-third degrees
 I've figured out history's mysteries
 My kinetic energetic poetic motion
 Subsides your synthetic notion
 Of being the best, fully pressurized
 Back up off the microphones, I suggest, you guys
 I'm the epitome of shit we be trying to do
 When we go and write a rhyme or two
 You need some competition?
 Boy, you better find my crew
 We make clean cuts like a diamond do
 Inclined in the mind
 And the beat hit with perfect timing too
 When I come to your community
 I'm flexing diplomatic immunity
 Protection connection
 Legalize MP5's just to tear up your section
 And this is what you must stay aware of
 Hieroglyphics faction
 Back in your system with extra strength
 The eternal energy interaction
 Got me developing quicker and
 You in a predicament
 Punk!
 Politicians still wishing we would take
 Their prescription for death
 Got my trigger finger itchin to grab the mic
 Dishing the truth and the magic
 Bust with magnum force
 And advance forth
 Three: Pep-Love
 We got to fertilize the soil
 Actualize the turmoil
 Then sift through the facts and the lies
 The world and the war is intense
 But I remain relaxed in my intents and actions
 My lyrics are bottomless pits
 Now they got the red dot on us
 Is it a hit?
 We escaped every plot on us
 Watch as we aviate on tape
 And make a statement with what we create
 Just wait til the tide break, or dust settle
 My? vibrate, and if I must bust metal
 Adjust the level
 Release the clutch of the devil
 While I conduct this concerto
 Traveling the ruckus to bring justice
 Ring through abyss
 And bliss'll overwhelm you
 (Now that we at the helm)
 You don't quit
 We go into a realm you never been
 And seldom conceived
 Perfection achieved