Hold On and Maintain

Sticking to the mission of keeping the funky rhythm, I'm kicking it old school like I'm from a past dimension
Lab technician of rap, the mad magician is back
With a boom bap track to make your bones snap
No counter attack when you see what I can do
My rhymes are sharp they cut you up like a ginsu
I was born for this, you can see it in my iris
Lean it to the left, keep it fresh, I'm the stylist
Stay focused, keep away from beat poachers
Flow coldest, underneaths a broke soldier
Stone composure, greenest street clone broker
Low exposure, weak composers rolled over
Call the EMTs, tell em check the pulse
This is EPMD, only fuck with the goats
Phony ass rappers only look for results
But they never come close so they pay for a coach

I'm on the loose, my brain is off the chain
Living in this world I don't think I'm to sane
I'm on a road to bigger and better things
Time is never slow so hold on and maintain

Back in business, quit wishing and get the riches
No burning bridges, clean up and go wash them dishes
Come out the trenches, we livin, the past enrich us
With the proper knowledge we need to cross them bridges
They hear me rhyme and it hit em like blaow
Even true emcees, I make em throw in the towel
Back to the dugout with them strike outs and fouls
You out in left field tryna shoot them touchdowns
Right hook, left hook, uppercut, you falling
I'm bout mix it up homie we can get to brawlin
Thai clinch, ankle pick, I'm done with stallin
Fuck the damn scorecards, the ref gon have to call it
It's a sickly habit, imma savage, no one can match it
Sticky crackin cabbage, my talent hacks
Like a hatchet
I'm on the loose and my brains insane
Hit record on the mic, the perfect way to maintain