[Verse 1: Sapient]
To the little baby emcees who complain 'bout my attitude
This is an example of what grown up rappers do
I've broke the walls but my thinking patterns basic
And 'dope lyricist' is an underexaggeration
Fucking sick, like the melted plastic tasted
I'm the new generation if you don't pass it down I'll take it
You can't ignore me cause I am the authority
Knocking on your door with that dope, that's habit forming
Skill plus money, you couldn't afford to spend a buck
I think you'll have better luck not ever trying to measure up
Holding a ruler above your head, don't count
I still get up on tracks though my train of thought broke down
It's Sapient, I'm the one that makes the beat hit
And Ethic's your everyday run of the mill regular genius
We're fed up like little tubby obese kids
Peep this, it's nothing short of magic when the ink drips

[Chorus: Sapient and Ethic]
Long live dope emcees, rocking potent beats
Colder than it's supposed to be, make the pacific ocean freeze
We build war machines, steel wrapping self esteem
That means more for me, well that means more for me...
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[Verse 2: Ethic]
I'm bordering between genius and pervert
These emcees are pussies hiding under they girl skirt
Rap till these words work to actively further
The state of hip hop till I inevitably burn her
Rap till my nerves hurt, smoke herb first
Tap into the zone that acts as a server
Cap into the tome and rap's just been murdered
By cash, glitter and chrome, I laugh at the nursery
Talent, collapse every person we challenge
Consider me a threat from long range like Ray Allen
And I'm a little bit too inconsiderate
But too many emcees don't pay attention to penmanship
This is some endless shit that you just entered
So stick with the apprenticeship before you get injured
And listen to these letters drift into the centre
Of what you focus on when you think about getting better
[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Illmaculate]
My baseball cleats in your face'll be
Unless you bow down and place your knees where the pavement be graciously
I put it blatantly, I spit amazingly
You fake emcees should pay a fee to even be on stage with me
Bitches, when I speak it's just sickness
This is the best rapper crammed in five feet and six inches
This hazardous content causes the havoc of bomb threats
And panic that happened in Auschwitz
Faggots, long as the facts are in context
I don't think I'm God... God has an Illmaculate complex!
Be cautious when testing me you little cocksuckers
Fed-ex emcees get slit open with a boxcutter
The blockbuster, hip hop hustler
That drops from the top like crop dusters, on all you pop fuckers
Cypher with me, watch you pussies get ate
Cause I'm the type of emcee all of y'all should be but ain't

[Chorus]