[Hook: Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in history
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in history

[Verse 1: Gift of Gab & Lateef the Truth Speaker (Both)]
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin' Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin' through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin' new styles all the time like Ronco!
Four by four, runnin' over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though
Talk it up, we walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Hawking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's
[Keke Wyatt]
Going down in history

[Hook: Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in history
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in history

[Bridge 1: Keke Wyatt]
You know, I know
You know, I know
(It's going down in history)

[Verse 2: Gift of Gab & Lateef the Truth Speaker (Both)]
Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em
That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em
Burning up the track and turning up the action
Murder one attack him serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems certain of the fact curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack, you're pervin' off the fatness
Fury of the rather early mornings after worldly like disasters
Purely just the baddest, the Chief clamp down on 'em
Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples
Feel the bass as the wind blows in your face and your mental
Hear the taste instrumentals even break down on you like this
We surpass your previous standards drastically
Mastering bass, setting nights so bright
Beneath the skylight and days and weeks and months go by
And years and decades and we still so fly
While the others are just fly by night and not tight
We keep writing like scribes but we tight and so wise c'mon
[Bridge 2: Gab & Lateef Together]
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricists, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricists, forever we plot

[Keke Wyatt]
It's going down in history

[Hook: Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in history
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in history