Dungeons (feat. Ghetto Wisdom)

Step into the booth my name is R 3 T r O The lyrical cynical navigator I take control, of the microphone When it needs a helping hand Move it from nation to nation like if it was Contraband I stand, on my own two With my whole crew, I thought you knew We're not easily amused by buffoons' Who talk about bitches and stitches While dreaming about riches, knishes And unworthy ambitions, what's our mission? To seek true skill and mass appeal with no unreal Attributes, gimmicks, or women distracting our visions Chill with them vibes that infameezy combines With the art of speech forever given to mankind We shine, like a diamond in the rough, our whole squad Stays tough, built to last, while others stay in the past Relay runs trying to get to the baton ha You swear that we gone let your ass pass Muthafucker! Deep inside the dungeons of rap Exists 4 men that cut no slack Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one Emcees with true art like the sun Deep inside the dungeons of rap Exists 4 men that cut no slack Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one Got flows that regulate all you bums Tell me why these rappers are trying too hard I'm a, psychologist control you like my interphase Get misplaced, in other words, f*ck your philosophy Pass me the mic I'm a worthy emcee Criminal imperfection with a lyrical demonstration Always having patience folding origami I'm a crazy individual when I traded my soul For these couple of lines to cruise my economy Swooping through the streets with the cannabis Acting like an anarchist, you're in it for the profit Here's a muffin ill hit you with that trumpet Drop you from 1st division, this is competition Let me remind you, s p a d e honesty and loyalty Is what you get from me, we not in it to win it We in it to kill it, infameezy beats We coming off the streets Deep inside the dungeons of rap Exists 4 men that cut no slack Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one Emcees with true art like the sun Deep inside the dungeons of rap Exists 4 men that cut no slack Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one Got flows that regulate all you bums Yo I put my heart and soul into words in Which I write, misguided by the people Which I led into my life, daily on the move Always tryna a hustle, wake up every morning Thinking is it worth the trouble Cause it's not easy living life when you Are shattered, and everyone around you is being Served on silver platters, and I'm just growing Tired of the frijol and enchilada, live a rich Man's vision another day another dollar How to get a job when these pricks will never Call ya, shorty tryna holla but it's dollar dollar Bill yall, but amazingly dumb motherfuckers Know they still fall, naw bitch I don't want to Hear it I will rip my fucking ears off Since it's a competition let me get a point Across, with sick as Lyrics I will make your Squad appear soft, sell their soul to devils While deep down they still fear god, keep My finger on the air, get your fucking dreams Tossed, nigga Deep inside the dungeons of rap Exists 4 men that cut no slack Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one Emcees with true art like the sun La is the place we stay in Chilling playing chess with Satan Never waiting always blazing Paper chasing f*ck who's hating Yo what's up they call me poet just A loud mouth from LA, no one ever Knows the type of crazy shit I may say Spray cans leave my titles up in buildings When they spray, every day we packing Grams of heavy weight and sending it In any way, when it comes to rappers and taggers In my city is where many stay, and when the beat starts Bumping, I will rhyme, spit an ill line, cause when it comes to the skilled mind, with Lyrics I build mine This individuals flow, is like a miracle yo, I put a Beat, grab the mic, and then my spirit will glow It's something spiritual oh, but not as biblical though Yo it kills after this ritual so, it's like a criminal show I'm a lyrical master, who leads a crazy mystical rapture With subliminal chapters, you might not think it's cynical at first, but you'll end up with critical fractures I don't leave a minimal disaster, when I grab the beat And Beat out like a pitiful bastard