Seven Steps Behind

[Verse One: Apani B. Fly] Deaf and blind to all dumb rappers Capture 'em in sound proof bubbles, keep that dumb shit muffled Above average, individuals stellar Non savage, love living right on the rise but not lavish Dodge madness from stages and vanish Feminine not manish but manage To man handle matters that get hectic Back track steps like dyslectics Maintain bird's eye perfected Above rhetoric, settle scores with wit lip from the tip Scripts mixed with paradox, drop kick a verse Send it flying over tree tops Bust a nigga lopsided on the other side of the map Just to let him know where I'm at [Verse Two: Shabaam Sahdeeq] I make 'em move they feet, incredible heat Soften the tar on the street when I glide over beats Make your sneakers stick to the concrete, I bomb fleets Leave heaps of trash MC's, tall like the Rockies Mockeries, them cats on wax, they carbon copies I see 'em in the clubs on the streets and on beats Watch we They smile in your face then try to lace you I see it in they facial, cats they stay dilly I do this here, for the love of music, money secondary Skip the preliminaries let's get it on baby I mash it up and add the gravy Maybe we can make it happen so glorious Polyrhythm world tour [Hook: Joc Max of Jigmastas] {x2} Yo, the Poly's rhyme While most MC's waste their time They define, exactly what it takes to shine Line after line I'm sure that these cats can blow your mind Footprints in the sand, you're seven steps behind [Verse Three: Kriminal of Jigmastas] Outfitted, we roll wit it Double digit lyrics, spit it rapidly You feel it hard as acrylic, for real it's a pleasure Whenever we drop treasures, extreme measures Ledgers of composition verbalize and then sever heads Brethren, we taking US to UK Where my crew sprays spells "doomsday" What did his tomb say? "Stupid rapper lacking content and subject matter" Insufficient data when you rhyme Made the crowd scatter Make the crowd's gather, we the opposite Bring apocalypse in many shapes and form What I spit, it ain't the norm It's like a killer swarm Off of Africa, attacking ya, vernacular [?] made from scratch screaming, "Polyrhythmats" [Verse Four: Mr. Complex] For real you're lucky I decided to become an MC O M.P Lex, Lex Not like auto Cause you can be brand new one day and crashed the next Where Complex remains immortal As long as you hit the red button and stop fronting on the pause The cause is good, the floors is wood but they tremble Cause you assemble Cause you resemble A herd of cattle Heard you wanna battle But you can battle yourself till you cause a war Will laugh with you till you born You get torn from the morn' You get born from the porn So don't frazzle with me While I poly The rhythm the rebel Been the addicts And just like Spike it'll strike, She's Gotta Have It [Hook] [Scratching] "Live and direct in your eardrum"