this is the theme for the cause, representin every member off this dialated peez beat, keepin it old skool
one mic, one beat, one artist, not to complex
Just hip hop, battlin, flowin, w/e, hip hop
Story behind the song
pandemonium, herbin, sens, individual, phantom, dymez, and capone
Lyrics
we represent, a common cause for all with intent
to elevate and overcome those who try to prevent
the concrete jungle, tragedy without sympathy
i can only press on, elevatin till im together like a symphony
been ripped once or twice but it only benefits me
cause i winnin, see, limitlessly due to my endless misery
the path was unmarked, as i blindly stumbled in the dark
just tryin to hold it down without it crumblin apart
many tried to impersonate and steal whats rightfully mine
but i fought the odds so someday i could righteously shine
an untimely sign of a sublime crime became prime
couldnt find the right ryme to represent the past times
so i crashed lines on paper fatal as a cracked spine
uncontrollable, notable, and known only as unsociable
i wrote until my mind emptied out everything thats quotable
and for you fake ass rappers with your lyrics about ice
the price for the nice easily double your income twice
cause i strike with the precision, leavin physics without vision
of the doomsday for the artists that just recite the pre writtin
so dont bite what im spittin, or you'll be wipin up jizm
from when i "came off the head" and gave your wifey some wisdom
they call me pandemonium, deadly with a mic and a podium
wack mcs scan the vote again, i'm unamious over them
overdosin on potent explosions emotin from the spoken
tokin and totin so i can leave you broken while smokin
your an inevitable vegetable, couldnt come hard from ya testicles
my styles intellecutal, you stuck on bein sexual
now lemme break down for the unperceptable
pandemonium unleashes, all you drop is human feces
get some common sens nigga, and leave while you still breathin
im on the block herbin, lightin a cannon and servin
any bizarre individual who's causin disturbance
never a phantom to my words, talk is cheap, fists is riches
i'll list the bitches that sell i dymez to in the business
murderous mind like capone, i seize the microphone
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