Collaboration Of Mics

(album: That's Them - 1997)

And ya don't stop!
And ya don't stop!
And ya don't stop!
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
And ya don't stop!
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
And ya don't stop!

Yo, pitching the mission, itching 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

Yeah, this track be pulling me like gravitation
Collaboration with the Artifacts, busting on this Lord Finesse creation
Causing heart attacks and palpatations
Amalgamation like steel, we calibrating mics to keep it real

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

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 bringing terror kids

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

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 playing stars get scarred and left salty
By the terror with more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee
Good Son like Macaulay Caulking, stalking and walking
I express best when smoking sess with a good Walkman

I'm breaking 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, trying to make G's kid
Studying degrees, living lovely with my universal family
Rolling in the MPV, making beats on the MPC
Understand and add, triple cipher
Niggas be crippled without some weed and a lighter

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

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 hurting 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

Really y'all niggas feel me when we step on the spot
Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open crews that's hoping
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

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future"
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on"
And ya don't stop!