Unlike when the unruly Thules divide-and-conquer begin,
We, the people, are in a tailspin,
And you're along for the ride,
Though fortified with the help of Divine tailwind,
Takin' a nosedive and still win,
What?! See the fortitude within?
Down don't mean deprived,
Buckle the fuck up like crash-test mannequin!
Catchin' wreck is the conclusion arrived,
Preside as Arch-Cherubim,
Another thing specified:
All those with the gaul will have a greater fall than the Wall in Berlin,
Since the prelim(inary), dignified,
Besides that, deadly as cyanide-saccharine,
But sit down when pissin'
--So you lied!
Denied at lettin' yous slide,
Out on a limb,
Yous tremblin' from this non-feminine sibylline exemplified, wordup.
Lyrics originally taken from "Mephisto Waltz" available on the i3 "Herbal Gerbal" album and 1Percenter "Holy Beast from The East" EP.
agent orange foreign objects
pourin' on your trends,
contagious thread original heads
make a sober cat fiend for the binge,
FOR YOU BY US no need to pretend herbacide,
we knock the trees off TIMS rock BURNERS on limbs
put the pins in PUFFY and watch SEAN JOHN go slim,
who told you a soldier cause you rock NO LIMIT?
you can't gain gains fallen victim to a gimmick
you rock a MECCA shirt what?!
but you catholic to the finish
CROSS COLOURS to MALCOM X
now your a PURE PLAYA this year
with nothin' more than corporate cock in rear
so get your skin in gear we put the shock in gear
i'm a forget all the wack shit you rocked last year
unique to stay same,
must you look strange?
you far from JOHN BLAZE,
touch down FIRST DOWN last quarter
we much down put the punch down drink water,
i'm the cat loungin' in the corner
lookin' sharper than the loud mouth
in a SOUTHPOLE and a STARTER
what makes you think PHAT FARM
makes your like look larger?
you ain't fly dope or def,
CAMOUFLAGE makes you rhyme like red and meth
at the same time
blend in rocks
and crooked tree limbs,
no snaps on the petro
187 HOODA long armed metro
step up the pace
move up the tempo
...what does a rhino have to do with ECKO?
shit if i know
you ain't in karate nor kempo
i GUESS you wanna be
WU TANG WALLABE
you bought every color NIKE got
hem the boots tightly
grab the vest or you might be shot
that's what you tell 'em when you try and floss
shit to think about when you at the mall
buyin' BOSS iron loss
no keys, no nines, no grey tec's,
just these lines and a paycheck, pay cheque...
...yo, ask KARL, KAN-I bust?
get CON'd by a VERSE 'cause i must
--disclose VICTORIA'S SECRET,
and let you CHAPS peep it,
now GUESS who's gettin' dissed?
it's PERRY without the ELLIS
--puttin' holes in K-SWISS for frontin' like yous got cheddar,
HELLY HANSEN didn't know better,
this TRIBAL disciple stays laid in the cut on the DOWN LO,
a humble CHAMPION who'll stand against any VARSITY
--from NORTH FACE to SOUTHPOLE,
RALPH LAUREN facin' charges of larceny
--'cause you're no big WILLIE, ESCO,
cut yous off tryin' to dial TRIPLE 5 SOUL,
to JENCO, KENNETH COLE, MOSSIMO, and PACO,
the ffeds is over your head like a KANGOL,
toss OCEAN PACIFIC into the atlantic,
DONNA KAREN, CALVIN KLEIN lost in LONDON FOG actin' all frantic,
yo, sound the BUGLE, BOY,
WILSON and SPALDING have fallen into the GAP,
ADIDAS and AVIA annoyed by anti-rap,
ain't no quit even when JOE BOXER gets snuffed out,
IZOD bugged out,
LL BEAN, LA COSTE, LEVIS, LE TIGRE, LUGZ hated,
then got faded,
CARHART ripped and torn far apart,
REEBOK could only get in a cheap shot,
we go "haha" at DADA,
from BANANA REPUBLIC to ENYCE,
these marquees are just too peachy
--even more than CAVARICCI,
a-yo, big upsz to A.O.!
1st verse written and performed by Profile; 2nd verse written and performed by 1Percenter. Lyrics originally taken from "Agent Orange industrial Gear(TM)" available on the 1Percenter "Holy Beast from The East" EP.