"Okay  okay  that's enough small talk"
 "It's time we got down to business"

 [Science]
 Well I be spitting seminars
 My hit repetoire inhibit y'all
 To reveal  all irrelavent info
 On how this guy turned nuns to nymphoes
 Blunts to binbos  back to endos
 And pull switch mode
 Shatter your 95 windows  irregular
 What you hold sacred is secular
 On high grounds, my clips are emptying
 Required rounds, I acquire pounds from entire
 Towns and environments
 Live wire men follow me 'cause I inspire them
 To reach thier full potential, lyric-al manifesto
 Gats are essential to live in my residential
 I ain't impressed though, by your cats
 There were rats than you could imagine
 Dealt with it in a thug fashion
 Lung collapsing, jung pasping for oxygen
 I squeeze off until these frauds turn to virtu-al retards
 Transexu-al cree hearts
 Immediately cut they dick off
 Seeing me in the nick of... time
 They realize it was my time to shine

 CHORUS [Logik] {Eclipse} (Science)
 [Keep your voice down]
 {Ayo calm down}
 (Before you get virtually) [cut down]
 (Besides vasectomy)
 {Get a run down, from zero to sixty like on a} (five point oh)
 {That shifty} (left you with a pound of cash, push on the gas and ran)
 [How can it be?]
 {The game ain't what it used to be
 Niggas is drowning in the current but ain't trying to see
 Some day some how, we get serenty now}
 (What?) {Serenity now} (wha?)
 "Serenity now!" From the World Trade to Nayrobi, cats they know me
 Rappers remind me of ass pains without Preperation
 My team gives you sensations like iritation
 My dedication to this game is never shaken
 But it's taken a nine to five last summer to bring the bacon
 Forsaken, all MCs staking claims when they real not
 We maintain the focus like a wide angle shot
 Kid is hot, what!

 CHORUS

 [Eclipse]
 My compulsary tactics
 Y'all niggas could never fuck with my cerebral process
 Professes words when I stretch
 I take a breath, inhale ???? sell the rest for scientific
 Flows like, water on minds
 Maintain thye balance like hydraulics
 I'm always on point, 5-1-4 are the co-ordinates
 Self explainatory like horoscopes from pennants
 Fatal executions, I face a God and death sentence
 My word, team before himself, brain cells, resells my knowledge
 Son, you poisonous corps, to dodge rams and survivors
 And why, support of thinking the whole world up on my shoulders
 Deciper my frame of mind, it's fragments forming to clusters
 Brothers is still shook like aftershocks following tremors
 Couldn't realize, these see they eyes on the prize
 Acting like chicks in porno flicks, getting fake niggas a rise
 We ruch you inside the scrimmages then we blitz like O-lines
 Leaving your face green like spinach and extroverts too timid
 It's like that y'all

 CHORUS

 "But I maintain my focus and hold my fort down" (scratched)
 "Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees"