Verse One:
Silly skeptics would say I’m mean and crazy, but only judging by appearances
Now, it’s time I’d shed some light with no interference
I point out past views and share present experience
So, with lyrics, I’ll chop it up and go for broke like sample clearance
Stagnated from diluted prose
Your rap heroes won’t survive this Kryptonite ‘cause it’s the villains you’re rooting for
Loco henchmen grow so tense
Struggling to go those lengths, but show no strength
Now, you’re stuck with more grief than exes to try and match my epics
When my worse efforts from the 9th grade’s slaying your best shit
You’re getting schooled by snot nose
‘Cause your oceans of poetry are nothing more than shallow potholes
Sore losers shipping salty attitudes are mishandled
‘Cause on my shoulders lays a big-ass chip the size of Africa
Due to your discrepancy, this tension leaves
You more hated than Solar for eclipsing GURU’s legacy

Hook (2x):
Work hard and smart to set the tone
Making history, so if you scrubs get it wrong
Raid your sacred vaults and collect your bones
Respect the zone or we’ll get you gone

Verse Two:
I’m filtering out the snickers and doubts; enjoy your laughs ‘cause once my focus (is) loose
I’ma disassemble your local groups from vocal booths
For a while, y’all bestowed those foolish quotables
And, never spoke the truth ‘cause you had them fuckin’ pussies controlling you
With that, you’re known to lose like chemo and open wounds
It took game from old to new to give this loner boost
To flex these techniques like Artifacts when they lowered booms
Hid the skills until the inner beast drove me to show the proof
Like Obama’s birth papers; let that drama turn major
Face the same eternal damnation that serves rapists
Allowed your wack stanzas to spoil the beat
Watch the throne outside of Rap’s kingdom ‘cause none of you fucks are royalty
On phonographs, y’all sound more drained than oil leaks
Your defeat’s the most agonizing than poisoned meat
Clutch mics to shoot gifts, but can’t bust right
Jokes will fall shorter than a reality TV star’s love life

Hook (2x):
Work hard and smart to set the tone
Making history, so if you scrubs get it wrong
Raid your sacred vaults and collect your bones
Respect the zone or we’ll get you gone

Verse Three:
You’re a travesty to the Home Team like blacks joining the Klan
So, we run with Poisonous Clan, destroying your plans
Higher powers feel the massive force, they’re found taunted
Get that capitol (capital) by all means, you’ll still get punished
Quotes are vintage like SP-1200
Derm’s seeking Heaven on the Earth where Hell’s haunting
Your inner soul; so many styles are flipped like Dogg Pound
As syllables crush the silly bull in your compound
Packed with action; regroup once the maestro runs the loops
This General shred your files and son your troops
From The Roots, emerge with the Blackest Thoughts; erasing frauds and clones
‘Cause, while you dudes are steady fronting, your career’s a fucking pause moment
Fire spat would melt this Cole (cold) plastic world
‘Cause, in the lab, my passion’s strong; best to ask your girl
Witness a savage takeover with the quickness
Blessed and hung low; get your punk-ass up out my bidness

Hook (4x):
Work hard and smart to set the tone
Making history, so if you scrubs get it wrong
Raid your sacred vaults and collect your bones
Respect the zone or we’ll get you gone