The Unspoken Accord

link to the song in mp3 format:
https://vk.com/wall-231636346_80

Yeah... check the vibe, it's the abstract poet, you know it
We plant the seed of the thought and then we grow it
Let it blossom for the people in the place to see
It's all about the mental, the metaphysical, you and me
We navigate the soundscape, escape the foolishness
They operate on fake, we state the truly fresh
It's less about the dollar, more about the knowledge gained
A scholar with a vision, son, the mission is ordained
To elevate the listener, imprison all the negative
A simple representative of a Tribe imperative
So let the beat breathe, let the rhyme proceed
Fulfilling what you need, planting a brand new seed of thought...

YO! Forget the seed! It's time to pull the weeds out!
We on the front line, real soldiers, read the creeds out!
This ain't no theory, this is pressure that you feelin' now
We raise the temperature, you see the ceiling peelin' now!
First Family, we handle things, dismantle things!
You talkin' slick? We make you pick your teeth up from the street!
This ain't no abstract, this is contact, a raw fact!
When we impact, your whole format gets pushed back!
So fall back! This is hip-hop, the realest ever!
You think you're clever? We sever ties with your whole endeavor!
This is the warrior's chant, the anthem for the underdog!
We bring the thunder, dog! You're 'bout to get run over, dog!

It's all about the money...
BUT THE POWER AND RESPECT!
The jazzy-minded honey...
WITH A TEC ON THE SET!
We move it on the low-key...
WE MOVE IT WITH THE FORCE!
You rappers don't know me...
THEN YOU'RE GONNA LEARN, OF COURSE!

Check it, the five-footer's here to make the track sound right
I'm like the di-di-di-di-dawg who's known to always rock the mic
Your whole style is flimsy, a little whimsical and weak
I got the skills to pay the bills, seven days of the week
I speak the truth, you know the flavor's always butter, kid
Your whole crew stutters, kid, you're hiding in the gutter, kid
From Queens to every borough, my lyrical is thorough
You're stuck on yesterday, I'm focused on tomorrow
So borrow you a new flow, 'cause yours is running on E
The one and only, from the legendary tramp, you see!

SEE! I don't need to borrow flows, I author those!
I bring the fire that'll scorch your clothes! (BLAOW!)
Madman, I'm a maniac on the track!
I'm the reason that your favorite rapper's scared to rap!
This ain't no friendly battle, this is total annihilation!
The voice of the forgotten in this angry generation!
So crank the volume up until the speakers blow a fuse!
This is crazy, my dude, we were born to bring the bad news!
(Ante Up!) Yeah, you know the vibes when we come through!
It's over for your whole platoon and your weak-sauce crew!

It's all about the money...
BUT THE POWER AND RESPECT!
The jazzy-minded honey...
WITH A TEC ON THE SET!
We move it on the low-key...
WE MOVE IT WITH THE FORCE!
You rappers don't know me...
THEN YOU'RE GONNA LEARN, OF COURSE!

Yeah...
You know how we do...
A little something for your mind...
A little something for your jaw!