erase the 'o' from all you know, and slowly mold in 'us'
let ya soul prosper in flow 'n' blow away ya dust
cuz once ya rumble in the kunming jungle, do ya trust these wise words
smudge grease where ya rusty, 'n' come smooth in ya verse
we split verbs with fast blurbs that capture rapid madness
'n' after that, we sit back, 'n' laugh at its wacky habits
cuz as passion peaks we speak in rhyme, 'n' slip away our dreams
sleepin' til the pen drips dry as we rip away reality
a poet so to speak, with the least amount of notion
only known to roam the ocean, gulpin' his potent potions
alone among the unspoken drones, he raises his elixir high
winks a figment of his soul-filled ink 'n' waits for ur next line...
as the spring cocoon breathes new life, poets bring words back
nursin' slurry verses slurpin' up the truth sap
but know that, we be comin' back, the laughin' Deep East Professors
wreckin' havoc all over ya pad, dabbin' ya with inked letters
our rhymebooks swell, with shiftin' imagery
scriptin' spells pressed against our quills, come sip our synergy
written speech, delicate soliloquies bleed our heavy souls
feeding you a feast of tongue-flung beats, our secrets from the shadows
so we cackle 'n' hold true, as our pens fiercely scribble
drippin' wet ink until that last single dribble
it's simple dear warrior poets, just brace yourselves for more
for once this summer turns the corner, we'll be knockin' down your doors...
