I have tried to educate, if I have not succeeded all together,
I have certainly educated myself.

Inhale, expand my diaphragm Let my voice manifest my thoughts, like I’m drawing out a diagram
Through the 58, my vocal chords hit the mixing board
And exit through the speakers with a few new features
Cause, now it’s amplified, 5 fold, to get them eyes rolled
Back in disbelief, I got you grinding on your teeth
Slip and slide down your ear canal, banging on your ear drum
Vibrate your ear bones, until you hearing clear tones
Infiltrate your mind like music pumping through your earphones
Yo Prime? Yo? Why don’t you spit em’ something?

Exhale these cold flows, foiled by the breath that knows
Each and every high and low
Every fold of my origami hold, bought and sold
Truth be told, I get too ahead of where my head is at
But looking back, there is too many times I’d rather turn it back
Like, dear father time, pied piper of the spoken rhyme
Won’t you give another chance to dance, reverse this pantomime?
Turn water back from wine, take the essence and refine
Listen to the words I say and flip perspective, yours to mine
So call me Prime, frontline
Up and ready to dispense this dense sentiment
But what about this friend of mine?

The Don Megatron, linking up with Optimus
Got two speakers glued to your ears Like suction cups off an octopus
Man, it’s a must, I got to bust, bust till my esophagus
Is dry like my eyes when I’m high, my lungs so dry I’m coughing dust
(How often does one offer us a chance to see you two in action?)
Well actually, me and Prime rhyme all the time, go ahead and ask him
Everlasting, last until the end of time
Even when we’re dead and gone, Prime and I live on through the rhyme

every time you feel the rush of blood that feeds your body mind
Relax and find the beats and moments of your past you left behind
Our sign to you, the legacy, that me and Dosia next to see
Foundation of your conscious thought, deeper than you expect to be

Hook: DJ Mint:

Now Tron stand strong, got to work this cut along
While we go grab the cats we lost at the beginning of this song
So latch on any way you can, concept of your fellow man
Cerebrally, you feeling me?
Man I’m feeling you, from where I stand, mic in hand
I can see a plan spread it’s wingspan
Over seas, across land, like an albatross man
Can-I-stand-by-tongue-tied-while-my people
Jam out while the beat goes on
on, you gotta rock till it’s gone
Cause when it drop, you better realize, the rhythms that we live upon
Resonate through each and every single last one of us
And none of us will give up, till we feel that we have done enough
To sum it up, yeah, this is only the beginning
And every movement we make together, keeps the world spinning
The future is now the willing
Men, women and children
Ready to find the common ground within them.

Hook: DJ Mint: