Proceed III

Rock on, to the break of dawn

Freak on to the early morn', Khadafi and Suphon

You got it goin' on, to my man Big Sean

You got it goin' on now

Yo, you got The Roots in the house

We also got Bahamadia in the house

Representin' lovely, what your ears now percieve

It's flavor you wouldn't believe as we proceed

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

Let's kill off the small talk, and just elaborate

The Roots collaborate, I say myself as rather great

How the words generate

Whole crews disintegrate when I penetrate

As if in intercourse, flow with intensive force

You best to go and check your source about my texture chords

Simplicity is at times complex, you might miss it

But after you critique it, you can kiss it

I'm assisted by a force that leaves statistics

When I densify, niggas simplify, you feel no sympathi

My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion

I never went to Tsai when your lifespan was submergin'

My style is urban, not suburban when I'm splurgin'

Gosh, these MC's, I wash more than detergent

I can split the Red Sea when deadly

Take heed, Illadelph style while I proceed

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly

Brand Nubian, funkdoobie, choosy with the tactics

When I gets raw, like dice, nice

With the flavor, do you want more?

Of the organics, pure

Eargasmatic, from distortion to statics

Automatic, systematic, I'm nasty at it

So hand me the Five Microphones like you did Illmatic

One time for the mind

Rhyming coming from an Illadelph state of mind

The world is mine, whole or halftime

All the time, and I shall proceed

I'm movin' on, baby, I shall proceed

To remain on point like an infrared beam

Succeed in chasing after ultraviolet dreams

No masks like Shorty, 'cause it's all about cream

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

Black and handsome, holdin' MC's for ransom

Thoughts command some, is this nigga a phantom?

Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't "The Star Spangled"

I hit ya from the most bizarre angle, rectangular

Visions of papes my mind conceive

Motivatin' me to achieve, thus I must proceed

When I ride the train, traumatized to maintain

When laid back, the tracks can relax the brain

I got to deal with everything on this intelligent plane

Servin' as a killer, to the pain, I live a high life

Like Miller, me and the mics mechanize

Respect, recognize, Luqman beyond wise

Limitless when I bless the mic with speak

Dialect never weak, y'all niggas know Tariq

From 7th and Snyder Ave, got the flavor you need

For your ingredients indeed, so to the lead, I shall proceed

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed

And continue

To rock the mic

I shall

Proceed