The Obvious Joint (Dirty)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, this is how it's goin' down y'all (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Check it out, Adagio! (What)
If you didn't know kid (A-D-A-G-I-O)
One time for your mind (Yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all)
Huh, here it is kid (Ahh, uh), check it out (Uh)
Verse one (What)

[Verse 1]
I'm in the thick of hip-hop, I can't stop comin'
Convertible style droppin' rhymes off the top
Man you get my to rock when I blast it
Hit you with rhymes that knock the tree off your Timberlands
For those on some image shit, I'll cause your image pitch
Who is the man which wants to get his titles stripped?
For years I was painstakin', creatin' rhymes with a vеngeance
To make rappеrs ask repentance when I drop the sentence
Realistically, I bring it to your face literally, logically and lyrically
Fuck femininity 'cause if the girl wants to come test
A female MC becomes a damsel in distress
Food for thought to digest with dangerous rhymes to slaughter
Any and every MC in alphabetical order
Live from Philly if you don't know, not Toronto
But I damn sure rock a rap tour until my throat's sour
With laryngitis, I still got the Midas touch when mics is clutched
To make the jam jump like double dutch

[Chorus]
Watch the world go round as we do our thing
Keep your eyes on the prize, it's the hits that we bring
Understand what we got, it's the obvious plan
So put it down for you and yours across this whole land
Watch the world go round as we do our thing
Keep your eyes on the prize, it's the hits that we bring
Understand what we got, it's the obvious plan
So put it down for you and yours across this whole land

[Verse 2]
It's the obvious one to discover my techniques
As I speak, representin' over self-made beats
And I delete silly clowns that havin' a faith
'Cause if you knew man when I was goin' through
You be ready to punch a bitch in the face
So it's a race against time
It's the rhymes in '96 that'll put you in the mix
With this two man band, guys forever politickin'
Kickin' nuttin' but the realer, how niggas is always shittin' on our sound
Forever gettin' down with the flow that
Who's glowin' up mics to get you hype while you drivin' down the turnpike
Despite of the bullshit, I'll be relieved to get the props and respect
That we're bound to receive from this debut
So was it you who slept on our compilation?
It's just the A&R tale without infatuation
'Cause misplaced judgement leaves you into a state
Where you can't recuperate but now it's too late

[Chorus]
Watch the world go round as we do our thing
Keep your eyes on the prize, it's the hits that we bring
Understand what we got, it's the obvious plan
So put it down for you and yours across this whole land

[Verse 3: Rayme Supreme]
You need to get your style updated, deliveries rob a label
So bust a rhyme of [?]
Rayme Supreme, never hesitated
Although I waited so I can shine my words
My bind on some flatlines, these are last days in times
For real MC's to speak up and speak out
A lot of brothers take the wrong route
Rhymin' about the wrong subject matter
You're the low man on the ladder, get your ego shattered
MC's confused mad backwards
Soundin' awkward, so lyrically they fought it
Now they quizzin' me like Rob Walters
Wantin' to know the scoop and how I set it on
Sample loops with the obvious, a definition of ambition
Goals, interest and organization, we call it the markin'
Rap act, the occupation when thing rap to me was patience
To persevere, the coast is clear
Now I'm rollin' with my partner
In hot pursuit to the get the pockets swole

[Chorus]
Watch the world go round as we do our thing
Keep your eyes on the prize, it's the hits that we bring
Understand what we got, it's the obvious plan
So put it down for you and yours across this whole land
Watch the world go round as we do our thing
Keep your eyes on the prize, it's the hits that we bring
Understand what we got, it's the obvious plan
So put it down for you and yours across this whole land

[Outro]
You and yours nigga, you and yours nigga, you and yours
Yeah, it's goin down like that
Watch the world go round
A to the D, A-G-I-O