With a mic in my hand 

I'm number one in the chain of command 

And it was all planned beforehand 

I stand corrected and perfected the styles you call grand 

Evolve and solve, involve the small band 

My crew, the click, that blew the brick wall down 

Internationally renown, the hki ball ground 

All crowned, the big band, the dogg pound 

Just a small amount of money and plenty of raw sound 

It's all round the city, the word on the street 

We can rock you with a midi, and turn on the beat 

Put down a word on a sheet of paper in my sleep 

And shape a syllable to complete the skyscraper 

Of the mind, with minerals and elements designed 

On a blue print at the back of my head 

When i rhymed and bled sweat, tears and flames 

Caged on a burned bed 

And reclined as the stage turned red 



When i perform there's exactly seven ways to understand 

What's going on, the way i deviate and break the norm 

The way i storm the stage, you're caught in a cage 

I left every last member of the audience engaged 

I'm enraged flipping sm58 with ease 

Gripping, raising fees, the minimum wage in a freeze 

I seize the moment, but time flees when i foment 

Lyrics of fury captivating minds like an omen 

No men can stop the force of the big band unleashed 

Three man deaconry, father metro high priest 

Mind east, body west, north and south we get blessed 

My five piece is loaded with a manifest 

Four clicks before the gunshot 

Get my motherfucking gat strapped for the mugshot 

The thug shot, we burn the fonque out the buckshot 

And get the crickets and mosquitos for the bugshot 



Yo it's a coup d'état, we bringin' you the star spangled black 

Blue dakar, you want to ride with us to paris 

Move the car, the charismatic johnson blew the bar 

That's when their jaws drop, what the fuck, and who the star now? 

We on the radio and in the record stores 

Catching eighty old men every week, in record scores 

Our record falls in a category all of its own 

All of it's grown like an allegory, all of it's blown up 

And hyped, making heads bop, then stop to say that shit is tight 

Let's drop it and wrap it up for the night 

Despite my shortcomings, more rhymes are forthcoming 

Four times, a short running, i rocked the sport stunning heads 

Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word 

If i'm not number one or two, i'm ranked third 

Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word 

If i'm not number one or two, i'm ranked third