Haiku D'Etat - Stoic Response lyrics

[Hook] They be saying... Man...emcees be acting all bad And they never be over there sounding just like my homie Ab He had the same reaction Response was stoic You're sitting there telling him something Like he don't know it [Verse 1: Abstract Rude] I know they holding they breath They ain't got many notes left It's there for the taking yo rep Might be one you gone regret Yo we ain't fearing they form They whole spirit gets torn Crown imperials worn They ain't prepared for a war Ay yo I heard that verse Wasn't hella choppy at first (was you?) I heard your last outburst I know me serving you hurts Opposition stop jawing and lipping I'm rock to your scissors And dulling your blade's incision I'm knowing they got props At a similar end of the spectrum I know they flow off the top In a resembling way of the veterans But we're loaded with epinephrine Adrenaline rush you give me the go Pretend to be us how insidious and unoriginal [Hook 2] Man...emcees be biting they fake And they be over there Sounding just like my homies Ace He had the same reaction Response was stoic You're sitting there telling him something Like he don't know it [Verse 2: Aceyalone] Man you don't think I know my flows Are good for the biting While I'm writing reciting Trying to give the whole world everything I got They got they one sided karate Me I flow jeet kun do you think you know? To harness the energy within the person who's the weapon While searching for shoes to step in You wound up with a mirror image of me Some call 'em Aceyalone clones I call 'em students Sir Isaac Newton laws of movement creates the mutant Mutation & adaptation go hand in hand the strong survive They'll eat me alive if I don't find a new ocean to dive A newer sky to dive Do or die eyes still on the prize And from what they comprised Further more lets me know I've arrived Our contribution & influence won't be taken lightly Freestyle foundation generation might be slightly Off to the left I mean Fight to the d**h extreme Look at me I'm a microphone fiend Take 'em to a place no other MC seen [Hook 3] Man...emcees be stylin' their rhymes And their cadences Be sounding just like Myka 9's He had the same reaction Response was stoic You're sitting there telling him something Like he don't know it [Verse 3: Myka 9] Heroic in proportion the amount of respect That's been shown to an orphan with a warped intellect I take no credit for my success neurosis From where the hopeless seek a cure in proper dosage Check a positive prognosis To endure d**h threats for wasted talents Or so it may upset the chemically imbalanced Boldly approach next challenge With an Alien wrench in a clenched fist To produce an alley stench and inch by inch These historic pros off the dome or written flows Gets harder to quote which raps I wrote Pinch Mike since I'd never admit it I'd spit one style and someone else's whole career created? Just one bright moment serving an opponent In any format befitting They can put their child through college Only if they bit it and ran with it I polished off these phonies with follies I concocted underworld And mainstream flowwers are my s**matozoas I got great-great grandchildren in rhyme building Some make millions and some get not deal no salary When imitation is the highest form of flattery [Hook 4] Man...emcees got helluva rhymes And they be over there Sounding like they got y'all timing We had the same reaction Response was stoic You're sitting there telling us something Like we don't know it