[Hook: Del & (Tajai)]

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)
Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)
Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)
You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)

[Verse 1: Del & (Tajai)]

Professional marksmen, make your brain cartwheel
Sparkin' with the end to impart skill
Heart of steel with wheelbarrow's filled with flow
Invincible, invisible, indivisible sentinels
We injure you to have to feed you food in a tube
Bust an intertube tryin' to curb hop to show shop
Matt Murdock, every word drop like bird droppings
Splattin' a taste of the cold facts you're facin'
Beyond basic, basement flavored napalm
Sacred sages break the fake shit they on
We stay on point to never disappoint
And we've been annointed to show you all where the joint is

[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)
Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)
Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)
You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)
[Verse 2: Del]

Step right up, here's an introduction
Olympic bustin' to crack your infrastructure
Thrust words with luster, the conductor
Analytical, you wanna see me pass a physical (?)
Fortified with minerals, eat MCs like dinner rolls
Exploit 'em like 10-year-old centerfolds
In control, spin the globe, send a probe--that's a pinnacle (?)
My communication's commendable
Resembles a den of wolves
Like having a tendon pulled
Stop stretchin' (?) endless horrendous men
To the timid of grips who limits himself
I melt music in your mind with rhymes that's rapid
So the half-wits wanna clap with the rap shit
They adapt it, radio act
A lyrical entrapment, emmaculance
No accident, you just a daiquiri
After cheese, but you don't own the factories
Lack degrees, that's why you act to please
Never reach true mastery; hip hop is like a craft to me
I got the master key; Dick Dastardly with Pterodactyl wings
Craftmatic with a rock tablet, photograph elaborate
Musical maverick, so fat you add width
And have a spliff, stop playin' devil's advocate!
It could be tragic (what?!) I'm great with gadgets
You take your last steps; I'll break your assets
You need some saccharin' to make it happen
You can't fake a fragment, I've got it grapplin'
Switch you like half a ten, should've packed a pen
Cuz I rap to win, when it's time for beddy-bye
I sling styles in a steady stride, showing every side...
[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)
Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)
Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)
You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)

[Verse 3: Tajai]

Now, I'll leave that ass twisted like the hicks from Deliverance
What is the impetus with your grand displays of omnipotence?
You're up against a frictionless MC
Continuously pop 'em out until I
Froth at the mouth and got
N***as runnin' up on me like
'What you smokin'?!"
My vision may be blurry but I
Won't lose focus
Every inch of muscle, every last corp hussle (?)
Poised for the task at hand to blast (blaow!) boisterous
Street line rhymes from an unclean mind
Some shit for you knucklehead n***as to cling on (Klingon)!
I'm cloaked in my bird, a prey set to slay
I'm not goin' home without no heads today
I run up and snatch 'em, stash 'em, in my satchel
When the cops come, I bust up into fractors
Reconstitute before you begin to shit (?)
You n***as is MCs? Oh that's cute!
I lambast you, mash you, run past and pass you
"What the fuck was that?!" 'fore you can ask, I blast you
Resurrect and enhance you, so you don't get a chance to
Insult my intellect with no dance tunes
I'm off in it, off-ended
You off centered, with no thought in it, admit it
Ya'll did it, once I start, ya'll finished
Should've scarfed ya'll spinach and said penance
Scattered your minions in a matter of minutes
They battered, bented
Contorted, a sordid sight for forensic sorting
Thoughts my first sortie after my third forty
In it for the love 'til my crib is boarded up
And I'm long gone, everyway you bugged, huh
Should've brought guns
The only way you could've got some
I'm awesome and also
Got your minds flutterin with each butter utterance
[Hook: Del & (Tajai)] x2

Tajai, what are we? (Master Minds)
Authentic authors of (classic rhyme)
Bust 'em out now cuz (that's the time)
You know we make it happen when our (raps combine)