[Chorus x2]

This is the way we rock from our block to your block

Masterminds is first to burst and you shellshocked

We can't stop (can't stop) Don't stop (don't stop)

Won't stop (won't stop) Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)



[Kimani]

I be giving rap cats a back slap to flash back

To the last time Kimani's in town you catch that?

Like half-backs splashing in Crystal Lake

Returned with a mask and a flask full of jack to kill fakes

I'm out for stacks of papes like Bill Gates

Give it to you raw uncut like Nicholas Cage's 8 Mil tapes

In a steelcage match I'm Goldberg, flow with words

Of course all your vision is blurred while you cold served

Now observe the plot we drop the hottest shit

We all equipped, bump this while your pumping your whip

Your girl be cuffing dick, trick nasty type shit

You ain't seen naan, naan mc's that can rock it like this

We be the M-A imperial ST - the serial

Son of Sam Masterminds be sunning your mams

And drop a ton on your fam, quote from a humble man

I'm eating from the tree of life and throw away the verbal ham Man it's 

scalding, prolific with words like James Baldwin

So when we bring the fire next time I leave you calling out

For medics and niggas know the time when I set it

Or else your card gets pulled like a debit

We stepping it on the 1,2 Masterminds poised we run through

Like Sun Tzu, you wanted a war? So come through

We got more beats, more cuts, more rhymes

Don't ever in your life think you can fuck it Minds



[Chorus x2]



[Oracle]



Ay yo settle down 'cause we got the tripple crown

And pay attention to this precession that takes you sky bound

Fasten your seatbelts -Are you ready? 'cause it's time now

For this ride you may collide with these sounds

Like little kids falling from park swings

We make you heart spin just before reality sets in

We're hittin' hard like Ike Turner in a bar

Drunk with a bunch of trash talking broads acting large

Yo we use your lyrics like band aids and gauze

'Cause you'll lose your head like victims of Native American wars

Once we walk in ya'l get open like automatic doors

You beggin like Keith Sweat in a house of whores

Yo we gave you what you came for- plus the cure

Cause it's sickening to hear ya'll bitching 

for some more pure fluid rhymes

Gather for the slaughter I'm producing the juice like Jamestown

E and Kimani will leave you face down

Tryin ta' clown our shit your esophagus split

From trying ta bite what we spit

It's hard like yelling in sign language

Hip Hop the game and we're it- so vanish

Or you'll get tagged like the walls of a graffiti artist

You're out of time like broken clocks

We're hear to open shop 

quick like a Chinese fast food spot on your block

You make the heavy metal pop

We make the underground rock and shake

Like an apocalyptic earthquake



[Chorus x2]