Chorus:



The concerto, of the desperado

R-double-O-T-S check the flow

If you know like I know then you know the motto

That's all the fraud shit got to gofake shit gots to go



Verse One:



In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro

My poetry is set like a U.F.O.

The maestro, the lyricist concerto

My physical play the role of a vessel

The level of my lyrics law manifesto

My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts

of a gorilla stronger than Samson

Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just

stimulate you like the best sensimilla

The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed

hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe-

-reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper

Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper

Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister

Then a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the

you lose your balance when the sound hits ya

So check for the, fifth militia

A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture

Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister

I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher

And take advantage of ya because you amateur

Styles gunning down your sound man and manager

What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six

With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit

Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron

It's time to go to war we spar reaction



Chorus 2X



Verse Two:



The implorer, the universe explorer

Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah

Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora

With styles that's newer than the world order

Approximately three quarters of y'all are water

I straight deport ya

Then orchestrate y