[Verse]
Well, I roll with the rhythm and I flow with the beat
No other emcee comes so complete
See, when I get up on the mic, it’s like a natural high
And everybody in the building wanna give it a try
They’re all living a lie, but this is real to me
Posted, driving in the field of dreams
Living up in Cali, someone kill the beat
So raise up your hands if you feel the beat
C’mon, Isor is in the house, and I’m about to rock this flow
This time I came alone, it’s a one man crew
[?] microphone so come on
It’s like an actual addiction of the rhythm-flipping
Take it to a new level with the bass and treble kicking
Write a composition and then I can say it
I lay it down for my hometown, San Marcos
Walking through darkness, hitting up tags
Backpack full of flat black Walmart bags
You get what you see, there’s no image, no gags
Just a bag a day [?] and a pack of Zig Zags
Homeboy wanna trip? Nope, didn’t think so
Hit this motherfucker with another free flow
Emcees know when I step into the room
I bloom like you’re waiting for the monsoon then boom
Blaow, this one’s out of the park
Louisville Slugger when I’m up to bat
There’s no time to relax, [?] small tracks
Keep it on point like I’m swinging an ax
And you’re better off dead, I’ll represent
To this day one, shall never repent
Let it be known on the microphone
I get inside your dome like a lively poem
When the light is shown through, darkness disintegrating
As I unveil my portrayal of a light that’s never fading
Waiting for the perfect time to strike like a viper at night
Just for the love of the music through the rhymes that I write
I keep it all tight with a bright white night light lit late while everyone’s sleeping
I sit with a pen and begin to attend to my businesses this evening
Leaping off the deep end, I’m the nightcrawler that’s creeping
Three dreams when you pretend that you’re being chased by a demon
I’m a heathen who stalks his prey
Don’t take nothing, just walk away
Got lots to say on the way, ándale
[?] far away from the place where I stand right now with a damned high style
Nocturnal midnight owl
On the prowl when the wolves howl to the silver moon at sundown
I stun crowds with a magic trick where I turn nouns into adjectives
Like yo, this beat is bananas, kid
I break it down with the style so imaginative
I got flows for days, rhymes for weeks
I’m on overload, to my mind I speak
Techniques on the beats like leaves on the streets
How it ain’t going nowhere, playing for keeps, I gotta…
Do this every day of my life, I gotta…
Stay sharp like the blade of a knife, I wanna…
Nice house, two kids and a wife
Yeah right, all I want are beats to sound tight like this
Hear the hiss, from the underground that exists
Through Isor One on the presentation with the style that you really can’t miss