Verse 1:



(Cadence)



I just stepped inside the pro-lab

dropped the vocab

that was so fab

so you can go blab

to two friends and so on and so on

As I go on I'm stacking the deck

I write rhymes in red ink

so I come correct

I don't run off at the mouth

my ass cashes mic checks

I don't have wealth to flaunt

so I won't crash my Lex

I take time to express

The BPM's guiding me

So every minute that I'm in it you can count to 93

Yo Pitch you're eyeing me

You need a jump for the sound?



(Pitch)



... well let's run Positive to positive

and negative to ground

The RP lab is underground

making beats that are stunning

so to increase the volume

simply turn up the plumbing

during summers I usually chill on the Cape

Circulating through the air like pre-released Tribe tape

People want to know if I made it yet

well if you want to find out

just check my last cassette

made a lot of demo tapes

and then sent 'em to the labels

But trying to get a deal is like Brooklyn getting cable

No diss to Brooklyn that's my old home town

formulation

integration with that RP sound

turning oxygen to thought

is what I'm all about now

kickin verbs so absurd

gift of gab like mockingbirds

droppin' words in conjunction

RP production



Queens represent

buy the album when I drop it



Verse 2:



(Cadence)



I'm a record button

Too many rappers depress me

I'm know I'm not alone

Cause I'm not Lisa Marie Presley

and crews are multiplying and dying

"Quik"-er than Nestle

it's senseless

Pack all those guns and still defenseless

And they d