Step into the booth my name is R 3 T r O

The lyrical cynical navigator

I take control, of the microphoneWhen it needs a helping hand

Move it from nation to nation like if it was

Contraband I stand, on my own two

With my whole crew, I thought you knew

We′re not easily amused by buffoons'

Who talk about bitches and stitches

While dreaming about riches, knishes

And unworthy ambitions, what′s our mission?

To seek true skill and mass appeal with no unreal

Attributes, gimmicks, or women distracting our visions

Chill with them vibes that infameezy combines

With the art of speech forever given to mankind

We shine, like a diamond in the rough, our whole squad

Stays tough, built to last, while others stay in the past

Relay runs trying to get to the baton ha

You swear that we gone let your ass pass

Muthafucker!

Deep inside the dungeons of rap

Exists 4 men that cut no slack

Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one

Emcees with true art like the sun

Deep inside the dungeons of rap

Exists 4 men that cut no slack

Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one

Got flows that regulate all you bums

Tell me why these rappers are trying too hard

I'm a, psychologist control you like my interphase

Get misplaced, in other words, fuck your philosophy

Pass me the mic I'm a worthy emcee

Criminal imperfection with a lyrical demonstration

Always having patience folding origami

I′m a crazy individual when I traded my soul

For these couple of lines to cruise my economy

Swooping through the streets with the cannabis

Acting like an anarchist, you′re in it for the profit

Here's a muffin ill hit you with that trumpet

Drop you from 1st division, this is competition

Let me remind you, s p a d e honesty and loyalty

Is what you get from me, we not in it to win it

We in it to kill it, infameezy beats

We coming off the streets

Deep inside the dungeons of rap

Exists 4 men that cut no slack

Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one

Emcees with true art like the sun

Deep inside the dungeons of rap

Exists 4 men that cut no slack

Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one

Got flows that regulate all you bums

Yo I put my heart and soul into words in

Which I write, misguided by the people

Which I led into my life, daily on the move

Always tryna a hustle, wake up every morning

Thinking is it worth the trouble

Cause it′s not easy living life when you

Are shattered, and everyone around you is being

Served on silver platters, and I'm just growing

Tired of the frijol and enchilada, live a rich

Man′s vision another day another dollar

How to get a job when these pricks will never

Call ya, shorty tryna holla but it's dollar dollar

Bill yall, but amazingly dumb motherfuckers

Know they still fall, naw bitch I don′t want to

Hear it I will rip my fucking ears off

Since it's a competition let me get a point

Across, with sick as Lyrics I will make your

Squad appear soft, sell their soul to devils

While deep down they still fear god, keep

My finger on the air, get your fucking dreams

Tossed, nigga

Deep inside the dungeons of rap

Exists 4 men that cut no slack

Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one

Emcees with true art like the sun

La is the place we stay in

Chilling playing chess with Satan

Never waiting always blazing

Paper chasing fuck who's hating

Yo what′s up they call me poet just

A loud mouth from LA, no one ever

Knows the type of crazy shit I may say

Spray cans leave my titles up in buildings

When they spray, every day we packing

Grams of heavy weight and sending it

In any way, when it comes to rappers and taggers

In my city is where many stay, and when the beat starts

Bumping, I will rhyme, spit an ill line, cause when it comes to the skilled mind, with Lyrics I build mine

This individuals flow, is like a miracle yo, I put a

Beat, grab the mic, and then my spirit will glow

It′s something spiritual oh, but not as biblical though

Yo it kills after this ritual so, it's like a criminal show

I′m a lyrical master, who leads a crazy mystical rapture

With subliminal chapters, you might not think it's cynical at first, but you′ll end up with critical fractures

I don't leave a minimal disaster, when I grab the beat

And Beat out like a pitiful bastard