Auxiliary Arms ft. BMS - “Power in the Palace”
[Emcee(s): Masai Bey, L.I.F.E. Long, and BMS]
[Producer(s): Mr. Cord]
[Scratches: Bey Battery (AKA Masai Bey)]

[Verse 1: Masai Bey]
Light generator, energy accelerator
Soundwave regulator, rhymes like elevator
Surprise, I’m a nerve cell penetrator
Call me Dr. Neurology Innovator
Revolutionizing sciences without even
Trying. From a distance, I control appliances
Call it a superpower, if you will
Or the willpower to become a tower of skill
Behold. I’m like a wheel within a wheel
Basically, it’s means that I’m rolling when so still
Frozen in scrolls that kill flus and colds
In twenty-four-hour bugs, these are shameless plugs
I’ll go wherever I go. I’m in Staten mode
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan mode
Mic City kids straight out the jungle
One spear take out your committee
With the Auxiliary Arm artillery
Calm down, kid. I’ll perform skillery
We took New York back from Billary
And burned the pork back distillery
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Energon shooters reloading, Transformed on transistors
Emergency-calling all cars—who saved the culture?
(Auxiliary Arms) power-packed with a Hulk punch
With lightning speed, energy’s sparked
When I got a hunch, anything trying to pass through considered
As lunch. Bounce you like checks from a crooked A&R
Put out the APB—y'all know who you are
From the flick of a wrist, generate light like a star
Bright shine to Heavens whenever the mic’s on
Got the camp retreating—none performing after
Boobytrapped the track—emcees fall through the cracks
Enter the view inside the dungeon. Avoid the pendulum
Swinging as its lunging. Foreign objects used bluntly
Anything’s a weapon. I use mind as I see
These demons, limit your resources like FEMA in foreign
Regions. My ink spills more than BP Oil
Destroy an entire Gulf, bird, fish
Plant life and all. Hold down the fortress
Of royalty, the same Golden Era Terrordome
Narrated by Chuck D. Inside the cypher
The energy of a 90’s era emcee with values of
The 70’s, creativity of the 80’s
Step inside of the square. Beware: the
Patterns is too powerful
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Bey Battery (AKA Masai Bey)]
“New York, New York” - Sample from [?] - “[?]”
“In case you forgot” - Sample from [?] - “[?]” (x2)

[Verse 3: BMS]
Every time I step in the booth, kick...
Every time I [?]. Push your album
Back to the roots. The industry been compromised. I’m trying
To save the next generation of youth, say, “I got
To change with the times or my... won’t sell”
My name’s not Optimus Prime. Got a little too much bass
In my voice, so I don’t autotuned well
[?]
Don’t tattle or tell. I’m fully prepared to take
This battle straight through the fires of Hell. The millennium thug
Is really a politician. If you ain’t lying
You’re snitching. If you ain’t crying, you’re...
Everybody just stop, look, listen. I’ll stick
Your... up with your hands high and your heads down
Nobody move until I’m done spitting. Got to put
The power back in the palace. Got at least an hour left
[?] there’s enough time to rep New York
With extreme malice, and you can say whatever you want
In so many ways, you said BMS was weak. Why?
‘Cause I’ll put it down seven days? Ain’t no
King of New York. Just some sexy mamas doing
Hair in a salon, and some brothers on the corner that’ll still go out with a blaze