Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me

That's the way it is when you got to be

Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need getting hotter than sacks of boom

In my room at the Ramada, four tanks in your memory banks to fill up

I provide the static with scratch to match while you catch the vibe

Most can play high post but you that don't mean shit

Because my clicker make a motherfucker sick

I flip, redder than pork, coming to New York to mix

(Bob Powers) with the snares and kicks to fix

Rhythmically you got to be statically, magically I appear

Spark an L and drink a beer

With air smooth taking **** loot with dice

Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic

Vagabond, versatile and various plus rap styles

Of mine are blunt pain is in the mind so I'm fine and five foot seven inches in height

My mission to strike mics and lighten your lights riding in like lightening

Fluorescent, incandescent, effervescently I represent

Foreign objects and ill elements very relevant

Plus intelligently managing matter that's making tracks fatter

Revolve around Saturn like rings and brings swings when I sings with bass

Then distort up in your face like mace

Busting your dreams like gats with loaded magazines

I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine

As I rocks from under blundering I'm not lyrically

You get shot get caught so distort with thought for real

It's the illest out of Phi short for Philideph-iada-fly

Money making move faking I isn't

Naggas can not front, I'm poetically exquisite

Wicked with the visit while you're wondering what is it

Dig it you my mellow um what up for the night

Malik B get on the mic, get on the mic

Like that y'all and you I'm flowing, my part of the song

It's going, it's going, it's gone

Now go get your dictionary and your Pictionary

'Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries

Words and her like some cattle in the steeple

People there's no equal or no sequel

So policies of equalities get abolished

Demolished, distortion of the static's getting demolished

Urges of splurges will just be merged

Together damn it's quite clever, however

You never can sound alike lyrics don't be pounding like

These troops, who's be, Roots

Insult ya mellow of culture rhythmical vulture

Approach ya with magnetic shit, that's ultra

I make MCs dangle like a bangle

Strangle from every angle my lingo hinges and it jangles

Nah, them **** don't want to tangle

'Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango

To be particular, extracurricular for pleasure

Measure in any weather value more than the treasure

Baby you say maybe then come in to flex

Now you wonder what's next