Permanent On Surfaces - The Dynospectrum

Mr. Poole is cool as he floats on lyrical concertos

So hip that his style slicks back like Roberto

Carefully, he fully assesses with thought process

How many MC’s in a sense be on some nonsense?

Like Phil Collins

We live in a land of confusion

And pollution, only solution alien intrusion

When something good happens, it’s an allusion

Temporarily everybody in the hood’s rapping so you feel like losing

And it’s scary

But if you’re very faithful

You’ll wait for the right time to recite rhymes

To your people, in your lifetime

To be stable

You have to put everything on the table

I’ll tell you the fable of a man who lost all his staples

One day he got a letter from the label

Now off the street, shit is sweet potato

Getting comfy with the cable

Being able to spend more cash, kicking it with friends more

Driving fast just to crash, what the fuck you got a Benz for?

Your material objects with serial numbers

Bring serious theatrics and dramatics like the Penumbra

I bring the lightning

Let the rest of the Spectrum bring the thunder

Brain storm is not warm you’ve been warned, now burn like lumber

Where ever it be, trouble can strike

And it be right in your face when we’s about to grab the mic

What is life?

I do this every day, and every night

Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces

Oh, I’ll break it down

The ingredients of this recipe

It’s two cups of «step the fuck back»

And a teaspoon of «don't mess with me»

Unless you be like three times the MC that you assume you is

Best believe that doom exist

Testing us is tumorous

Who enlisted?

Who pledged allegiance?

Who went the distance and fucked up your sequence?

What’s your achievements?

Heathens

Everywhere I glance

These kids will drop their pants for an advance

Cause this bitch has cramps

Now run and tell your camp we’re coming and we’re permanent

Circumference disturbing with verbal turbulence

Stand still, like time stood still

When I entered your sector

And took place at the base of your foothill

It took skill to plant it into your hair

Now we’re everywhere

Spectrum comes off every night like evening wear

I watch with amazement

And a small dose of sarcasm

And the MC’s in the basement

Embracing the bar smashing

It’s more than just the 20 measures stabbing

Making rappers mad, call them classic jabs

And what the masses have?

Ask your dad

It’s about the land that you stand

I’m here baby

I think it’s time you give a damn

Who in your crew can name this approach I vanquish?

I daze and flame in your ways, the show amazement

Raise the occasion, the vibration make you hemorrhage

Because contingence is headed for your lineage

In the fibs, we did it locally

Now we 'bout to move it openly

Internationally, make it cold, believe

Don’t joke with me, cause see I’m not much for laughs

If you come to grab, my intention is to bust that ass

So teach these half-breed MCs to know about monogamy

Married to hip-hop but fucking R&B

Just a novelty, a slim chance like the lottery

You slaughter me, I know your plans in geography

I rolled up and snapped like a bandanna

Niggas is pan-handlin' tryin' to play the role of Santa

I flow like a manta ray, suckas better keep it stationary

Cause switchin' from spot to spot you get popped

I keep it interactive, in the center of the mind

Where you lacking, you talking all that wack shit

I got you on a leash like a mastiff

And your bitch in the back, in the back, giving ass, bee-etch