VERSE 1:
I got a feelin’ ‘bout the surface, man, it’s seemin’ that they’re watchin’ us
‘Cause every time we’re in the goal, they’re takin’ shots like hockey pucks
These bakin’ sales and potlucks ain’t enough to make ‘em walk with us
So Doc’ll send philosophies and prophecies through Aqua Dux
I stream inside the consciousness of underground nations
‘Cause first step to rise is stabilize your foundations
But I see the cracks, it’s gettin’ shifty. The leaders sayin’
Each one teach one? Doc has got sixty
Stick mе with the gifted, aftermath is upliftеd
Nonfiction depiction, but mission diction’s encrypted, ‘til we
Swarmin’ like we’re orbital, cortical’s portable, mortally
Wound immoral warriors whose stories unreportable
Sectors bandin’ in tandem, reprimand ‘em, mannin’ collective
Understandin’, plan’s to fan ‘em out, they think it’s all random
Swam ‘em up the channels, snuck ‘em out the sewer lids
New world order never knew of what the newer did
CHORUS
“I’m a leader at last”, “Back with the flow”
“Nowadays, it’s the ways of the underground”
“State of the art”, “Watch us throw (throw)…
Down with the other brothers toe to toe”
“I’m a leader at last”, “Back with the flow”
“I wish you was around to see us rip through the underground”
“This masterpiece be exclusive and fascinatin’”
“A Complex. Network. Of Communications”
VERSE 2:
While ya chewin’ on ya bouillon, lyin’ to prove me wrong
Talkin’ sides and who we on, so ya coup can move along
Projectin’ but no movie on, can’t tell if fiction true or non
Claim ya claims are gold like ya sittin’ on bricks of bullion
Sayin’ it’s humane, but ya won’t be stayin’ human long
Name me while ya fumin’ on, confuse me for a newbie, wrong
White doc in hip-hop, call him a hottentot and mulignan
Fools all think they schoolin’ Jon, then run on back to QAnon
I see the scoop of the plan
They’re either scared of, friends with, or recruits of the Klan
And that’s the truth of it, man. Ya say it otherwise, you’re jokers
Say I start the fires, but got the spark and the pokers
My focus ain’t no hocus pocus, know you the threat
People think ya okie-dokie, ‘til ya throw up ya set
And all ya homies are vets, trained to aim for friendly fire
Give my enemies amenities, your remedy’s tired
Hard-wired to get ya fired, force retirement, but listen:
My convictions make ya convicts, ya pensions to victims
Send the signal through the channels, man, you fit the description
Watch me mess with tradition on the spot. No extradition
No commuted, no suspended, no reduction of sentence
This an up-or-down decision, take you out or repentance
You can gimme all your likes and thangs, pick up on my type of slang
But I fix it when I’m rippin’ out the viper’s fang
VERSE 3:
We can meet up at the birthplace, right on the birthdate
And only let you in if you know the color of Rae’s tape
Used to raisin’ youth, but now we’re raisin’ the stakes
When they reach the same age as the number the god ate
That odd race you can’t trace, no savin’ your face
You couldn’t crack it if you played all my tapes
Unbreakable codes ain’t in ya database, so feds have never made a case
Sneakin’ through the systems, they don’t see us ‘til they laid to waste
Web darker than Peter Parker in a symbiote
No label, affiliation, my nation say I’m the indie GOAT
No parlay at the Parler, Telegram or the Gab
We hit ‘em harder and go farther back than sex in a cab
If you mad, go to the Ave., same name as the Roots state
Count the verse bars, double-cypher, the troops wait
They only know the alias, failures can’t touch me
And think I’m like the Prince until I pull out the Chuck D
