[Intro: Wordsworth]
D.L., Eddie Ill. This how we do. Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Wordsworth]
Sold out, appeared with the red carpets rolled out
Then watched the ambulance collect artists when the show’s out
No doubt. For D.L. & Eddie Ill
I’ll play the tape. That’s how I celebrate after every kill
Buy it dubbed down—Lord know you already will
I’ll sell comp—in their household, they’re handling every bill
To answer the question when I signed to Rawkus
Started bidding wars, so labels combined their offers
Inside my Walkman, a Punch & Words EP
Pocketing profits selling burned CDs
I’m too advanced. Your terms B.C. My chromosomes are cloned
Sperms thawed, and then, in turn, freeze me
Meanwhile, see how I can free crowds
Indeed, now. Don’t agree, you can leave now
Scam revealed, demanding appeal and retrial
My freestyles like the Green Mile penile
Nobody’s in the booth while the rhyme’s being said
That’s why you throw meat in a cage—so a lion gets fed
November 7th, we’ll scare our contenders’ presence
You too soft for The Source—I saw you in December's Essence
Recording in fast-forward. Camp from the past on it
You sitting stupid, look like a dunce in a class corner
Police [?] subpoenas, and flash warrants
Last warning for my cats [?]
[Interlude 1: Punchline]
What? Yeah. Check it
[Verse 2: Punchline]
Punchline & Wordsworth be the hottest team spitting
We keep hitting. You screw-facing with your teeth gritting
Off the head or written, give it up I suggest
n*ggas is dead and don’t even know it like The Sixth Sense
Leave you in suspense, spit hot sh*t. I’ll drop
A gem but not the kind you try to flood your watch with
Try to top this. Kids want to spit like me
With a new running D—‘stead of ‘didas, it’s Nike
Crash the party if you don’t invite me, f*ck with it
Used to battle n*ggas in high school for lunch tickets
Get money in clubs. Now all the hoes give me hugs
I’ll sh*t on b*tches and blame it on Buddy Love
Straight bug. I’m a born cheapskate
My status be bigger than Kool Moe Dee shades
I’ll always try to play the D.L. with Eddie Ill
On November 7th, n*ggas better write their will
[Verse 3: MFW]
Get to white-flag-waving. Throw in your towels too
Don’t care about your crew, DJ, who produce
Mix sounds, studio, neighborhood, demo
How you roll promos, bios, or high hopes
Your style is stationary—no chance to advance
My loyalty’s to soil—I’ll roam many lands
Again, here I am. The woman in control
Smoke pellet mixed with dro, burning scented candles
Handle phrases, be careful of not wording
In matters of midnight, keep them shut like [?]
Motherf*cking certain expert in
Exposing thoughts right out behind curtains
This verse has a purpose: to show what my worth is
No guest appearances, no work by plastic surgeons
Y’all still haven’t learned when to do the mat-tapping
Quit, forfeit sh*t, throw your hand back in
The [?]
[Verse 4: Queen Herawin (of Juggaknots)]
Yo, [?] we take all prisoners, visitors, and all
No free call. When we brawl, emcees be sprawled
Battling with Alcatraz fags, I’ll cause spaz
Like epilepsy. Step to me, I’ll have you stepping back
Like popo. At a showdown, most n*ggas throw down
The profound all score—no need for A&R to seek
My repertoire. I’ll wreck a wall like anxious inmates
Create lines like compulsive liars when I conversate, complicate
Your Plan A, plus B and C. See back at Z
Before you see me. Lyrically cause entropy
Like ODB or Sisqó whipping a Pinto. Enter this
Soul-deep black obsession. Cause depression clinically
I’m pressing competition’s weight like Jake the Snake
Wake you up like Laurence Fishburne at the last term
Of School Daze. Come back like reincarnation to amaze
While I use the vocal tube to cause danger, wither with flow
We jewel phase
[Interlude 2: Invincible and Queen Herawin (of Juggaknots)]
Queen Herawin (of Juggaknots): Check it out
Invincible: And I’m at least Invincible, do it like this
[Verse 5: Invincible]
When I rhyme, I’ll raise the bar so high, it graze the stars
At times, I’m a perfectionist, [?] erase my flaws
Put it in the catcher’s mitt—strike three. It doesn’t strike me
As unusual your label’s using you—they sheisty
It’s predictable like [?] hooks to hit songs
Do whatever it takes to get on—that’s dead wrong
Forget silicone—you need skill implants, iller poems
Think fast. Now, tell me why we’re still unknown
Real emcees don’t sell, so we all ghostwriters
See my name headlining on your local show fliers
Invincible brings a different view. Think it through
Before you diss my crew—Anomalies got the b*tch’s brew
Like Miles Davis, all these trials and tribulations
And I finally made it. Infectious in sessions ‘cause my style’s contagious
Flowing over Molemen on mixtapes
Written on the spot and just a quick taste
Bring it back