Verse 1:

(Cadence)

I just stepped inside the pro-lab
dropped the vocab
that was so fab
so you can go blab
to two friends and so on and so on
As I go on I'm stacking the deck
I write rhymes in red ink
so I come correct
I don't run off at the mouth
my ass cashes mic checks
I don't have wealth to flaunt
so I won't crash my Lex
I take time to express
The BPM's guiding me
So every minute that I'm in it you can count to 93
Yo Pitch you're eyeing me
You need a jump for the sound?

(Pitch)

... well let's run Positive to positive
and negative to ground
The RP lab is underground
making beats that are stunning
so to increase the volume
simply turn up the plumbing
during summers I usually chill on the Cape
Circulating through the air like pre-released Tribe tape
People want to know if I made it yet
well if you want to find out
just check my last cassette
made a lot of demo tapes
and then sent 'em to the labels
But trying to get a deal is like Brooklyn getting cable
No diss to Brooklyn that's my old home town
formulation
integration with that RP sound
turning oxygen to thought
is what I'm all about now
kickin verbs so absurd
gift of gab like mockingbirds
droppin' words in conjunction
RP production

Queens represent
buy the album when I drop it

Verse 2:

(Cadence)

I'm a record button
Too many rappers depress me
I'm know I'm not alone
Cause I'm not Lisa Marie Presley
and crews are multiplying and dying
"Quik"-er than Nestle
it's senseless
Pack all those guns and still defenseless
And they d