(Spit it. . .Get it. . .Hear it. . .This Is Fire. . Higher. . .Apprentice. . .Blessing. . .Live it. . .Now Run It Back Yo) [2x]

[D.S. Sense] Note this
D will never be a has-been
Bars like Klondike/Rhymes like Aspen
Erupt like annurisms, seek no Aspirin
Headspin, Exorcism, seek no Catholic
Peep my tactic, sweet like jasmine,
Flyer than the carpet of Aladdin, spazzing
Mapping out my plan like atlas
Rapping styles I flip like mattress
Flashing smiles like ain't shit happen
But snapping, y'all I'm a-bove average
I'm surprised that you other niggas showed up
Knitting needle flow- got the whole game sewed up
D-dot-S bless tracks like Selah
Then Kung-Fu grip mics like Joe G.I.
See my vision, See my passion
See us bogard, See us laughing
Go Hard

[Mic Write] My writing hand is capable of capturing lightning
In a bottle, I'm Apollo, something like a Titan when
I'm able to slide the pen across the page left to right
I become more than human: Herculean likening
Witness this flash of brilliance,
trying to get my cash to billions,
something like I'm Maximillion fresh up outta Tiny Toons
Remember Tiny Toons?
Yeah I been laughing at "Buster"s ever since them days
I'm finely tuned
Like a machine, obscene who they let on the mic
See pedalling bikes', the only way they're tight with the bars
I'm like Menopause, putting an end to your period
Might as well retire, wack rapper, get tight with Debarge
Rewriting the laws/ 'Cuz aint nobody got the balls to spit real shit anymore
They're light in the drawers
But when it comes to us, the flow is just sicker
So I'm guess we're working with "boa constrictors"
Nah nah nah

[Chorus]
This is how you spit it, get it, it's the vision, listen to the lyrics, hear it, this is fire, higher than your rent is apprentice, learn a lesson, blessing, microphone is a living [2x]

Tah tah tah tah tah tah

[Phenom] Little Honda
Got a nigga all around
And it had your baby in it- like an ultrasound
"G" 'til I pass away, light it up and pass the "J"
Guns in my hood be singing like Donny Hathaway
All I got is my stick and my balls like Castaway
Weed like a low-carb diet, a couple grams a day
Been on my shit and i'm never getting off either
I'm full-blown AIDS, you are just a soft fever
I spit miracle shit, that's why I talk ether
And you niggas ain't cold like an off freezer
And I'm liver than a tel-a-thon
"We wanna fuck", man, thats all they wanna tell the don
Southside What It Do
Ride like my wheels do
If you put your hands on my body I couldn't feel you
Keep talking, we can show the whole world the real you
or make a nigga go and get the "K" (decay) like mildew

[Chorus]

[Kopelli] Welcome to the tutorial or the wack rapper memorial
Never need to question it goin' in what I'm born to do
My crew come together form into
One beast of an emcee take heed to the warnin' dude
We grindin' more than you
Couldn't diss it if you wanted to
Really know that you feel it like pirhanna latchin' on to you
I'm highly skilled and I flaunt it to
I'm gettin' fan mail from your girlfriend and your daughter too

[Blak Smith] Another slave song from the plantation in Congo Square
Rappers untamed like mulatto hair
You got your best Joe Pesc' bravado stare
But up close you just a f#@! up like Tony Soprano's heir
I'm undermedicated
Recently resusitated
Got malignant growth like the Karmanos there
I'm on the beat like a bongo player
And I can choose to remove you dudes like when yo' tonsis flair

(Spit it. . .Get it. . .Hear it. . .This Is Fire. . Higher. . .Apprentice. . .Blessing. . .Live it. . .Now Run It Back Yo) [2x]