Sparring Minds

Designed to meet most demands
 Stands the front-end loader
 Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders
 Powerful motor controls are mad stable
 No room for error, injury proves fatal
 Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
 After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels
 Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
 There's always potential for large scale disasters
 Indirect rippin'
 Narrowly missin'
 My camp be forced into a perilous proposition
 We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
 Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
 From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore
 Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore
 Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope
 On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes
 The magnitude of the devastation untold
 The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road
 Insane flower, vein blower
 Aim and it's game over
 You know the name, flamethrower
 Got the code to the game and I hold the main controller
 Told you from the jump and today the same soldier
 I stay low, play close to bank rolls
 Polly with the greatest who walk the same road
 Oh, you ain't hear? Ain't nuttin' new but the gear
 The crew of the year, kid too much to bear
 Find out what I'm about, know the legend
 The slight disrespect of his name provoke tension
 No threat, bringin' the force like Boba Fett
 The old vet whose presence alone control the set
 I'm next level, ya best settle, bless Rebel
 I shine like a bezel, with strength to bend metal
 Plunge head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums
 The verse is murder one
 We rhyme back-to-back, dangerous emcees
 Move on track-to-track, 100 bar measure
 Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure
 Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood
 Eventually they would
 Lay down the trademark with the god that built wealth
 To dip-dive in the beehive was on self
 For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle
 The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble
 I thought of this tune on a blackout, guided by the light of the moon
 On a camp-out, the kerosene lamp out
 So we walked the road we paved
 With trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved