Verse 1 [Bing Cypher]
Hey, so I said it all before
The movement's coming soon
Lyricism taking over better stay tuned
Recognize Real
We used to stay concealed
So we're hopping on this beat to garner mass appeal
Enlisted with my boys and we still talking cream
We're just renovating under-ground and building on the scene
Me and Gro got our feet wet, killed the presidents again
It was lyrical, we murdered in the morning now we serial (cereal)
So now I'm sitting down, cause noon has come upon us
I'm just soaking up the sun so I illuminate in darkness
So please I beg your pardon
But this shit is what you wanted
Another way to respect the beat and the people on it
Make you think, and read between the lines and the context
Or just go to Rap Genius; it's hooked on rap's phonics
Find out what we're saying and apply it like some lotion
Put the audience intelligence quotient just back in motion
Dumb it down I never will, because I found the meaning
Just ask Bobby Fischer it's the best kept secret

Verse 2 [Gro]

Man I remember rock bottom, all the pain, injuries, misery
Look what my history did to me, im still kickin’ B
I’m still spittin deep, I bleed poetry
Out to make a profit like a prophecy, try stopping me
Lyrical Socrates, far from a contradiction
I lost faith now my loose leaf is my religion
I seen a lot of trees fall from addiction
So I promised my sisters I’d stick to my diction
With bing up on the court man we run it like Princeton
No Ivy, But I be, through your veins like an IV
Im walking tall as ever with my family beside me
Fischer on the rhythm flip ‘em like its sunnyside see
We coincide clean, over heads, like Louis the fourteenth
Never abort dreams, my vision glued to the moon
Remember the name, Gro, my roots are coming soon

Verse 3 [Bobby Fischer]
When I step up
Turn the lights on
Hit the spot light
Turn the mic on
Had to take a break from rap cause all these rats snakes and pythons
Had to leave the discussion
They're greed is disgusting
Or else I probably would have left them with bleeding concussions
So I fell back
Now I'm back on the track spitting crack with Bing badda-bing
Now in rap you gotta sing
But where I'm from you gotta sling
So pushing weight is not a thing
You ride with me I'll die for you
Making bro bible isn't nothing when your brother's on the news (oooh)
I came from nothing there's no doubt that I'll go farther
So don't bother I flow harder
Been around like Globe Trotters
I'm the dude not you
I'm who you report to
Fuck who you've been signed to
Everyone despise you
Where you from I'll ride through
Just tell me the best time to
I'll take your dime, smoke your dime and teach you how to rhyme too
Pussy play your part
Every verse I paint is art
Then I'll send your ass to Bing once you have your change of heart