The Otherwise

(Intro)
Announcement
This is not the beginning, but only the end
Not the beginning, but the end

(Verse 1)
My styles created from the bowels of Ant’s basement
Inciting the crowd, the shroud is penetrated
Mic handles a hell with spells that show charisma
Never there is a brother who kicks a doper scripture
I’m known for The Dynospectrum, this is the final blessing
I’ve shown it’s in my bones for binal wrecking
Simply, I’m bewildering, to a million men, give me a microphone and I will begin to fill the building in
With heads, hood rats, thugs and all consumers, dreads that pack hardcore drugs, as a booster
I’m used to sticking women, picking denims, off the Bloomingdales rack, niggas who’s wack, they’ll be zooming the hell back
When they come passing, on where to bask in, layers of women just for compassion, huh, tons of taxing
That’s how the Rhymesayers entertain, when you get sent the chains, the next night, I’ll be in your dame
On a nice individual date, Beyond with the whipped cream, plastic bags and a video tape
I know it’s great, cause I keep it warm, Brother I’m housing more women than student-aid at the college dorm
When our performance choreography and all the jealous ass kids mad muffin’, doesn’t bother me
Beyond’s got skills, enough to rise
So you can stuff the lies, the hype talk, and The Otherwise

(Hook)
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on tracks, Boy!
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on tracks, Word!
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on tracks, Punk!
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on traaaacks

(Verse 2)
This is the second addition, to this envision
My minds filled with wisdom, as mics, my palm grips ‘em
I’m always calculating, my brothers be operating
Off the task and board, the sessions lasting for a couple hours or more, then we check, the mix be sweet
Straight off the EPS 10, of 6 feet deep
The Gibs we seek, so I call Glorious, cause when it comes to finding women, he lends more to this, unfortunate, for all those who are not participants, typical attitudes nowadays show insignificance
People be stealing from they next of kin, huh
When it comes to judging crooks, I got the forecast like ‘where-the-men’
I’m called the hip-hop renovator, there ain’t no M.C above the equator greater to make a entrance, into the silhouette, with ‘nough threat
Hype ass text, this be as dope as the stuff gets
It’s in-dispenseable, I must invent a flow to kick a hole in your surface, weak niggas are worthless
I hurt heads, fry niggas to the bone, my triggers dome, cocked it, rock, shit through the microphone
Shatter back spines, with the fat rhyme, cause off the dat I’m
The baddest nigga known to black kind
So big shots to the brothers who (big shots, big shots)
Big shots to the brothers who, stay true, uh...

(Hook)
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on tracks, Bitch!
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on tracks, Ho!
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is on tracks, Word!
We connect, we connect like that
When the ‘B’ is on the mic and A-N-T is onnnnn traaaacks!

(Outro)
Uh
Rhymesayers, motherfucking Entertainment
About to get paying the kids, who don’t understand the foreign accent
Them niggas is living
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh