We got all the elements comin together on this track right here 
Earth 
Water 
Fire 
Wind 

[VERSE 1] 
I peeped your whole style, low profile 
I know now why these rappers act so wild 
They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin 
The gods said drop em a line like a fisherman 
My only rule of thumb is to school the dumb 
Deaf and blind, cause some got left behind 
You gotta crawl before you can walk 
Look before you leap and on these streets always think before you talk 
And if the shoe fits wear it 
If you got some new shit let me hear it 
If it's wack, that's a demerit 
Points deducted, meaning you can't fuck with 
Me, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up with 
Me and my niggas we go back like triggers 
Since real we deal with actual facts and figures 
Like 1 plus 1 makes 2 
You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make you 
I tell you straight up and down 
Before you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clown 
I can splurge ya fast, merge ya past 
Be kind and gentle or hurt your ass 
Now I'ma give it to ya however you want 
One rhyme'll hit your set and wet your ally front 
But don't front, you know I got just what you want 
It's forth and down, now should I run and kick the punt? 
Throw me the bomb, I'm goin deep 
Open your ears and close your eyes but don't sleep 

[VERSE 2] 
My name is often mispronounced 
I'm simply known as the man who came make your system bounce 
Feed me clips, then read my lips 
My think thank's a data bank that spits computer chips 
The spot-blower, pull out the flame thrower 
Perform live, survive the storm like Noah 
For all partygoers and rap fans alike 
Who pack stands, don't let me get my hands on the mic 
Cause ain't no tellin what I might do 
See, I'm not like you, how does that strike you? 
You beat us? Oh, you funny 
My click forever stick together like new money 
My joint kicks like '86 
The mic and two wheels of steel, just the basics 
Feels like I'm Uptown, 136 
Take me back home, give me heels three clicks 
See, I been doin this for more than a couple of years 
So come into my house, let me take you up the stairs 
Into my work den where I keep my drafting pen 
I drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10 
Wanna be an MC, gotta come to shop 
Learn the trade and then get paid to rock 
But if it ain't broke, don't fix it 
If it ain't dope, remix it 
If the MC's wack, tell him step back and let me kick this 
Watch the show, chill, I got this 
When I rock this the crowd's hostage 
I drop gems while your stones are semi-precious 
None can compare to the glare of my raw essence 
I shine while you lackluster the track muster 
Saved ya cause you'se a wack buster, we black hustlers 
Breakin bread at the roundtable 
Catch wreck when we connect mics and sound cables 
We sat down to divise a scheme 
And formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly Green 
Forever I'm a vandal, too hot to handle 
Still hangin out like toes in a sandal 
I'll never forsake the funk or fake the vibe 
I'll never take a dive, never take a bribe 
I won't play the backseat or accept a wack beat 
You can check my rap sheet, my mics attract heat