Preem - Noveliss, DJ Soko

Mic Swordz, Mic Swordz

Shepards Sounds what

One time for ya mind

One time

Hide your wallets I skipped «Pick Pockets Anonymous,»

One man Voltron and shit running through the metropolis

A Scorpio with a torpedo according to Astrologists

Crush mics with mechanical arms like Dr. Octopus

Doctor the tracks up, Lex Luger the Chiropractor

Torcher Racking Vernacular fuck your back up, finna' act up

I’m somewhere vibing you can’t find me disguised to the blind

Third eye shining

When I be rhyming to keep my body in rhythm, I be bodying rhythm

Instrumental body bags my CD Packaging

Toe tagging snare drums and bass lines, sample assassin shit

Mental marksman always on target when I’m imagining

Got a ill mind I’m a «Telepathogen,»

The craziest telekinetic cross-heirs run from the blast radius,"Rap Atheist,"

My whole career I’ll be a «Stubborn Swiss Army Knife,»

Could probably do it all but only do what I like… whaaat

Shout out to Belgium it’s only right I eat a waffle

Noveliss dish the mic off better than Rondo

«Let Go My Ego» benevolent rebel

Settle the score travel the world selling out venues abroad

We got you open, born in «shallow ends» never learned to swim

Empty pocket humble beginnings transitioning to flying over the Ocean

Beholding the braggadocious

Toasting to dreams converted to reality

Sipping in Paris with my fellow Free Kings

Fuck you mean we ain’t the «Dream Team,»

Please I’m sick as Magic Johnson in Barcelona

Coming to terms with the fact that the throne had fallen to Michael Jordan

Hold the mic like a Swordsman, hiking through the Swiss Alps

I’ll peal your scalp when coming off of the scalp

I want the clout, jump in the crowd, get out your seat and jump around

YOU RAPPING OVER YOUR VOCALS DON’T COME AROUND

I guess they’ll never be able to shake the feeling they overlooking us

Niggas fear advancement the industry driven phobias

Independent real shit progressive underground metamorphosis

Globe trotting the Solar System the Forces up

And with you, Hop aboard the Millennium Falcon

Our bandwagon jet lagging to the maximum

Half of them came here to compare us to 90's crews

«Do You Fools Listen To Music Or Do You Just Skim Through It?»

(RENEGAAAADE!)