Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Well, it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind train shiftin' through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin' new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

We walking up and locking up
The game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same
When our flow reach your brain, it's 'bout to bust

Not your crush, show up
At our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess
But we're not impressed

Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck, just rush
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's, going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

You know, I know
You know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)

Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and ***ure 'em
That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em
Burning up the track and turning up the action
Murder one attack him

Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
Certain of the fact
Curtains for the wack

Searching for the knack
You're pervin' off the fatness
Fury of the rather early mornings after
Worldly like disasters

Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples
Feel the b*** as the wind blows
In your face and your mental hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this

We surp*** your previous standards drastically
Mastering b***, setting nights so bright
Beneath the skylight
And days and weeks and months, go by

And years and decades and we still so fly
While the others are just fly by night
And not tight we keep writing
Like scribes but we tight and so wise c'mon

The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back

The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
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