Rock on, to the break of dawn
Freak on to the early morn', Khadafi and Suphon
You got it goin' on, to my man Big Sean
You got it goin' on now
Yo, you got The Roots in the house
We also got Bahamadia in the house
Representin' lovely, what your ears now percieve
It's flavor you wouldn't believe as we proceed
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
Let's kill off the small talk, and just elaborate
The Roots collaborate, I say myself as rather great
How the words generate
Whole crews disintegrate when I penetrate
As if in intercourse, flow with intensive force
You best to go and check your source about my texture chords
Simplicity is at times complex, you might miss it
But after you critique it, you can kiss it
I'm assisted by a force that leaves statistics
When I densify, niggas simplify, you feel no sympathi
My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion
I never went to Tsai when your lifespan was submergin'
My style is urban, not suburban when I'm splurgin'
Gosh, these MC's, I wash more than detergent
I can split the Red Sea when deadly
Take heed, Illadelph style while I proceed
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly
Brand Nubian, funkdoobie, choosy with the tactics
When I gets raw, like dice, nice
With the flavor, do you want more?
Of the organics, pure
Eargasmatic, from distortion to statics
Automatic, systematic, I'm nasty at it
So hand me the Five Microphones like you did Illmatic
One time for the mind
Rhyming coming from an Illadelph state of mind
The world is mine, whole or halftime
All the time, and I shall proceed
I'm movin' on, baby, I shall proceed
To remain on point like an infrared beam
Succeed in chasing after ultraviolet dreams
No masks like Shorty, 'cause it's all about cream
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
Black and handsome, holdin' MC's for ransom
Thoughts command some, is this nigga a phantom?
Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't "The Star Spangled"
I hit ya from the most bizarre angle, rectangular
Visions of papes my mind conceive
Motivatin' me to achieve, thus I must proceed
When I ride the train, traumatized to maintain
When laid back, the tracks can relax the brain
I got to deal with everything on this intelligent plane
Servin' as a killer, to the pain, I live a high life
Like Miller, me and the mics mechanize
Respect, recognize, Luqman beyond wise
Limitless when I bless the mic with speak
Dialect never weak, y'all niggas know Tariq
From 7th and Snyder Ave, got the flavor you need
For your ingredients indeed, so to the lead, I shall proceed
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
And continue
To rock the mic
I shall
Proceed
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