Do The Do
Chorus
When the mic gets hot and the lyrics are just primed (I do the do, I got to do the do)
Crowd expectant of the treasures of the mind (I do the do, I got to do the do)
Challenge rise up from the ill-equipped voice (I do the do, I got to do the do)
No escape for rhyme fakes with whack rime sources (I do the do, I got to do the do)

Verse One
I pressed and dressed for the service, selective order
Oxygen to mics again, bubbles in the water
Calm, that’s bombed, sound the alarm, verbal napalm
Insurance you buried like a seed, up in the State Farm
Train done left the station, third rail conductor
Architecture, sector wrecker, rhyme constructor
Sadistic, sadomasochistic mystic
Smack a fool stick and riff it
I’m getting down to bidness
Rhyme is nullified, neutralized, eliminated
Kickback from my verbal gat is devastating
Gorilla in the room with the bomb, BOOM! BOOM!
That’s 800 pounds, 48 tracks, a round tomb
Bring the sympathy cards, for them that try to play god
Scattering shots that I bring, I’ll have’em all dodge
Try to do me once, bet I do you one better
The old school material is tougher than leather
Verse two
The standard bearer
For the knowledge and wisdom pharaohs
I came in pocket light, and I’m leaving with much dinero
Gangsters and the dresses they wear, it’s expressionism
Reapa steel toed boots, bend over for impressionism
Big game hunter, infrared scope POW!
Trapped in my network, can you hear me now?
No prophetic vision, you get done by what you know
Ya crash test dummies, I’m progressive with a flow
Ya flight of fancy, TSA delay
Totally stupid acts in them words you say
It’s time for a course correction, GPS
MC gangsters, please slap the rest
Time to return to lyrics that won’t burn
When the righteous be rewarded and the wicked do earn
What they got coming to’em, when God be running through’em
When we forget to remember that we never ever knew’em