[Yeshua Da PoED] Yeah, ah, yeah, we just cooling in the lab Got my man Jedi about to set it off [Jedi] Yo 1, 2, yo Brothers be sayin' that I'm out of line 'Cuz I got a rhyme that run up your spine And clog up arteries like swine But, yo, I got a mind that develop rhymes That run up and down your base Around your brain, until you know the name It's Jedi, the fifth apocalypse Droppin' the proper science to kids And break 'em down with gifted, different arithmetic that I created In the lab where beats are marinated And when released in the streets the heads'll be animated 'Til the get decapitated For rhymes are now ?rated? should now be laminated And put up on walls Along with every platinum plaque You see, technology created CDs 'Cuz I know if you melt the wax you felt the facts Of life, and f**in' wit' Jedi or might seep in your afterlife A sacrifice, battle to take away your bragging rights Travel throughout the sites To explore more than the lights Jedi brings up More than the force of life, more like a paradise, and poltergeist Plus I got an appetite for destruction that ignites And when I'm the mic, my flow is similar to A demon, 'cuz it goes for your main artery Until your soul is a part of me and your left barely breathin' You see, no one plans to help you, son, no one plans to stop me And the only manual attention your gettin' is an autopsy Chorus: (Scratched) "My lips is like a ??? as I start to spray it." Q-Tip [Yeshua] Uh, yo, yo Brothers be given me a lot of dap, 'cuz I gotta rap To splittin' your caps, and puttin' Brooklyn on the map But yo, just on the track, I don't know how to act Makin' cats collapse like heart attacks, in fact It's Yeshua Da PoED, one of the last in my cla** of emcees to be true Evidently, there be too many cats to represent me that I can see through Too many overrated emcees just blockin' my view I'd really rather peep the pretty b**hes they get to show their a** in The video Sometimes I need to find some piece of mind, release the rhyme To be combined, no better way to get away from the times But to forget the everyday and let it spray 'til I shine I said forget the everyday and let it spray 'til I shine 'Cuz, yo, these cats don't really know a f**in' thing about rhymes And, yo, I really couldn't care, yo, what they think about mine Like dat Chorus [Jedi] For an update We upsettin' and detonatin' bombs Takin' leg and arms and ???? For makin' stars... [Yeshua] ...Out of fakes To salivate while I spit Create a rhythm to battle flakes That only know how to make... [Jedi] ...Tracks that's out of date In fact, I counter, counter-attack to have you collapse [Both] Flat on your back We gather... [Yeshua] ...Adequate raps for the purpose of excursion My version of a certain Persian rug is bugged... [Both] ...Like d**... [Jedi] ...That serves because we nervous of our actions If we decide to, make this a repertoire, I Assembly lyrics that bring it to any rap seminar [Yeshua] Many are Light up the park 'cuz what we on is beyond the stars It's so bizarre, got flows that scar b**hes that paw [Jedi] Lay in the back of a car Sayin' to tap 'em until they see Mars And if still don't know who we are It's Jedi, the Son of Spock, and my n***a Yeshua (echoed) Chorus [Jedi] Yeah, what? Jedi, Son of Spock, Yeshua, DJ Bless [Yeshua] Bless [Jedi] Wee Bee Foolish house of reps [Yeshua] And we out