Hold On and Maintain

Sticking to the mission of keeping the funky rhythm, I'm kicking it old school like I'm from a past dimension

Lab technician of rap, the mad magician is back

With a boom bap track to make your bones snap

No counter attack when you see what I can do

My rhymes are sharp they cut you up like a ginsu

I was born for this, you can see it in my iris

Lean it to the left, keep it fresh, I'm the stylist

Stay focused, keep away from beat poachers

Flow coldest, underneaths a broke soldier

Stone composure, greenest street clone broker

Low exposure, weak composers rolled over

Call the EMTs, tell em check the pulse