Intro

Now we have a tune, and we don't even know how it sounds
Because that's the w- that's right
We have no idea how it sounds because we've never heard what the hell he's gone do
But it's still gonna be alright
Mic- Mic- Make a profound statement

Who you guys introduced a sound that will ruin ya'
Screwing ya in more ways than taught strictly doin ya', pursuin' the
K to the O is like who in the hell left the gate open
In other words you ain't ready for these lyrical nightmares we givin' out like Freddy
Machete fo' those who slept heavy, readily fallin' behind
Steadily suckin' minds like spaghetti
A pimp U thang, we toss a jam like confetti.

It's like U-N-I-T-Y, Mike Nine on the M-I-C plus rust on the keys makes three
Completes the K-O to the T, I execute the style freely, easily

I approach the mic repeatedly, admittely
If u [?] u ask who's that
MC squared the sound-man extraordinar
Miscellaneous material collaboration, instantaneous, spontaneous
That which is unpredictable, unexpected
Of no deliberate origin, made material by some random force

Or in the case of creativity, an imaginative spark that emerges from nowhere
But somehow seems to solidify the creative effort - into a work of art

Spontaneity