Song Lyrics

Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max
Hyperdermix raps, share it and you'll both have tracks
Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back
Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse
Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw
My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor
Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar
Livin' life, ragin' bull, life's the matador
I soar, above the law, branded illegal
They still rush my door 'cause I'm power to the people
Sharp as an eagle's claw, certified lethal
Keanu Reaves can't match the Speed I exceed to
Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil
I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval

Check the bangin' sounds that I invent, marvelous
Check, check, marvelous
Check the bangin', the bangin' sounds that I invent

Yo, yo
I can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm
Droppin' wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
For those on the streets, rock it in your system
One's restin' in piece, in my heart ya livin'
Representin' all those who ain't got a pot to piss in
Went from small timer to a top position
I'm not kiddin', so what? Radio's not mixin'
While shots whistlin', niggas on my block listen
to the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W.
Comin' through, ain't no good, ain't no love for you
Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence
Switchin' like Clark Kent when the drama commence
Ladies and gent's, my poetry's beyond intense
Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench
Best invest in me, favored heavenly
I.N.S., address me, as your excellency
Successfully defendin' my belt with first rounders
Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners

Check, check, check, check the bangin' sounds that I invent
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Check the bangin', the bangin', the bangin'
The bangin' sounds, sounds that I invent"

Jurassic insides, I rise above the norm'
Urban icon, ridin' on the eye of the storm
Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam
Duckin' bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon
Calm assassin, showin' my face so they can know
When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymond
On the lay-low, makin' dough, aimin' to blow
Got away to go, so I'm just takin' it slow
From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow
Echoin' in the ghetto, throughout the metro
'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow
Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro
Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach
Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach
With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast
Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass

I can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm
Droppin' wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
For those on the streets, rock it in your system
One's restin' in piece, in my heart ya livin'

I can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm
Droppin' wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
For those on the streets, rock it in your system
One's restin' in piece, in my heart ya livin'

J. Hunter, Paul Mitchell

The duration of Hyperdermix is 4:52 minutes and seconds.