Collaboration of Mics

And ya don't stop! (3X)
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
And ya don't stop!
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
And ya don't stop!

[El Da Sensei]
Yo, pitchin' the mission, itchin' for niggas to mention
These rhymes don't catch attention, incidental composition
But alas I kick that pro rap, boogie for the rookies
Who can't adapt fully, basically that shit be bull, see

[Lord Jamar]
Yeah, this track be pullin' me like gravitation
Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin' on this Lord Finesse creation
Causin' heart attacks and palpatations
Amalgamation like steel, we calibratin' mics to keep it real

[Tame One]
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
Is invested in, testin' men like lab specimens
My daily regiment of elemental babble
Keeps MCs rattled, I'm breakin' my words up like Scrabble

[Lord Finesse]
Not the type to try to ever diss, lyrically, clearly the cleverest
Don't front, we blow your spot like the terrorist
We do our thing and stand strong like Mt. Everest
The 'Facts, Lord Jamar, Finesse bringin' terror kids

[Chorus]
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya don't stop!
(repeat all 4X)

[Tame One]
The new procedure is to keep a straight face like Mona Lisa
When we beat you with the speech
We break down and decipher the rap codes in any zip code
Now watch us flip the mode like our shit went gold
Bar playin' stars get scarred and left salty
By the terror with more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee
Good Son like Macaulay Caulkin', stalkin' and walkin'
I express best when smokin' sess with a good Walkman

[Lord Jamar]
I'm breakin' rappers into pieces, the Black Jesus
Attack your system like diseases lyrics for the ninety-six releases
Find me in the mix, where the trees is
Puffin L's in threes, tryin' to make G's kid
Studyin' degrees, livin' lovely with my universal family
Rollin' in the MPV, makin' beats on the MPC
Understand and add, triple cipher
Niggas be crippled without some weed and a lighter

[Chorus]
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya don't stop!
(repeat 2X)

[Lord Finesse]
Uhh, check it
It's the grand hitter, that's stands bigger in your transistor
That's historical like your late great ancestor
Ain't no hurtin' me, certainly, personally
This verse'll be the hottest shit out since Mercury
Check it, I deserve respect child because I project styles
More mysterious than the X Files
I can build and expand on it
Some got 'Five on It', fuck it, I got a hundred grand on it

[El Da Sensei]
Really y'all niggas feel me when we step on the spot
Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open crews that's hopin'
That the punishment ceases MC with masterpieces
Out to burn so learn, and check this fat thesis
X's and O's, diagrams, shit to flow
Cram expertise the bro, nigga from the East so
As we start to shine, brothers get the dick
Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck with it

[Chorus]
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya don't stop!
(repeat 4X)

*scratching of above to fade*