No-no-no, no man is safe from
Aba-ba-ba-ba, about the truth
You must have fabricated he storms the streets
And sound state
Ain't hard to tell
No-no-no, no man is safe from
Aba-ba-ba-ba, about the truth
You must have fabricated he storms the streets
And sound state
Ain't hard to tell
It's right here Epik High you might hear
A new voice behind the promo for this year
And you like it all of a sudden
And don't know why emcee MYK
Making you wanna buy
So high, that I'm hypnotizing the public
When this shit drops
They're really not ready to catch the subject
Off-topic still I kill this mic before I drop it
Drop the beats on time making customers wanna cop it
Stop it It's too much
We're gonna sell out
I thought you knew it's Epik High
Do I have to spell it out?
Well I just did flipped your lid and gave your brain a kiss
Now you're stuck 'cuz Tablo and MYK made 'em pissed
We write rhymes on a regular, take tracks to the face
We turning silence into music or the day goes to waste
We travel on into unknown don't follow the roadsign
We just try to form the rhymes that read yo mind
(Let's go) Everybody follow the flow
It's Like one to the two two three here we go (let's go)
Everybody gettin' to know
It's like check where you're at and ask yourself where did it go?
(Let's go) everybody follow the flow
It's Like one to the two two three here we go
(Let's go) everybody gettin' to know
It's like check where you're at and ask yourself where did it go?
Contaminators can't evade us, epik rhyme animators
Tailor-made to get you high like skyscraper elevators
Skywalkin', leavin' sly talkin' player haters
Microphone masturbators breathin' hard like darth vaders
Suckin' fakers, you better recognize
I'm an originator, fed up with your lies, since I
Blew up, turned the tables, got famous
You quick to switch sides like turntable faders
Now, I do love all of God's creations
But like an empty hospital, I'm out of patience
Yes I am, the rap game's voice
Every cat's main choice, the rap James Joyce
It's a piece of cake, gimme a break
I kill MCs, then speak at the Finnegan's wake (wow)
I'm much mo' than a cheap CD
I'm a prohibition mc, I speak-easy
No-no-no, no man is safe from
Aba-ba-ba-ba, about the truth
You must have fabricated he storms the streets
And sound state
Ain't hard to tell
No-no-no, no man is safe from
Aba-ba-ba-ba, about the truth
You must have fabricated he storms the streets
And sound state
Ain't hard to tell
You better recognize like you lookin' in the mirror
I'm takin' lives like a serial killer
For reala spit fire like godzilla
Supplyin' dope lines like a mo'fuckin' coke dealer
The rap Pharoah from ground zero
Stab you in the chest with a broken arrow
You speakin' loud but the crowd is sleepin' hollow
Why you speakin' proud when no heads would ever follow
Kill you for dolo, cd to phono
Not a fan of you too but I do it pro-bono
Oh no, this is D-tox from the bay
Put it down for Epik High let em' walk you the way
(Let's go) everybody follow the flow
It's Like one to the two two three here we go
(Let's go) everybody gettin' to know
It's like check where you're at and ask yourself where did it go?
(Let's go) everybody follow the flow
It's Like one to the two two three here we go
(Let's go) everybody gettin' to know
It's like check where you're at and ask yourself where did it go?
