f/ Big Doug, Flash Back, T. Strong, Relay, Sean Wan







Yeah



Magnificent 7 in the house



Clark Kent and a crew of seven MC's



It's all that



We gon' show you how we grip the mic



We gon' do our little thing



Now let the beats flow on and let the rhymes flow on



Will Ski, why don't you jump in, come on







[ VERSE 1: Will Ski ]



Hip-hip-hooray, zippedy-doo-da



Well, here's a jolly good fellow without one flaw



DJ, play my records till the cows come home



What's goin on inside my dome?



Needle to the groove as the records spin clockwise



Everybody make room, Clark is on the rise



(Clark Kent gonna cut it up



Come on



Clark Kent, why don't you cut it up?)



Diffy-diffy-damn, I'm giffy-gonna sippy-sippy-slam



Don't you know who I am?



Da-na, da-na, get out the water



...run for the border



Who will be the next to flex in my direction?



Here comes the injection, feel the full aggression



Of me, Ski, how plainly can I put it?



I never have to foot it, Dame drives a Path



I laugh, hahaha, it's hilarious



My styles are various, let me take care of this



Stand back when the lips are nice



Big Doug, time to grip the mic







[ VERSE 2: Big Doug ]



Them the brothers gonna do a simulation just for you



And the verse that I kick is the color true



Down with the sounds of the future, the Flavor and the Super



-men once again Clark Kent is a trooper



Yo pause, no cream, it's just the way it seems



What's a bro to do when the beat drops clean



On the 1, 2, yeah, like that



Peace to the Supermen in the black hats



Yo, peace to my crew cause they all get some



The corporation of the lords of the drum



My brother Flash Back, heard you run with Dash (Huh?)



Grip the mic (When?) Next not last







[ VERSE 3: Flash Back ]



Contrary to the laws of nature, Flavor on the one



Flash Back comin back right about now



For the hoes fair a world premier



The future crew knew that we do what we have to



Cosmos grew a little brighter, turned into a writer



Producer and a microphone fighter



Cause it don't make sense when you can't ah...



Huh? Yeah? Oh - express yourself



Finetune rhymes to come into the lime, room



Made for the black kid tryin to flip a lid



Grip the mic, T. Strong, show the MC's that you're rugged



Ready to configurate the raw







[ VERSE 4: T. Strong ]



Yo, I'm on a higher level than bass and treble



And when I'm on the mic, I'm the wrong man to step to



My rhyme'll shoot ya



Beat me? More power to ya



Cause I got the smoother manoeuvre



Shorty should back up and breathe, baby buster



Cause even when I'm by myself I crush the



Competition into little kibbles and bits



And I make more hits upon more hits



Any rhyme you write you know I will top ya



Lookin like the Phantom of the Opera



I'm bein the best that a blackman can be



Blowin up just like Oprah Winfrey



I put glamour in a night, damn I'm a sight



To see, and if I rip it right, hold tight



T. Strong is in effect takin it light



It's all on Relay to come grip the mic







[ VERSE 5: Relay ]



Hold up, wait a minute, pause Clark - cool



It's the rhythm kingpin, I need to be smooth



(As I come back with a new kinda beat



Relay - drop it to em)



Hey yo, pop-pop-fizzle-fizzle, pop-pop wiggle with your waistline



A rhymthm when I wreck shop



Kaleidoscope from the beat, neck vibe when the beat's thick



Uptown swingin it, focus while I'm wringin it



Base to the back and back to the basics



Quick with the lyrics ( ? ) wear Asics



Or better yet Timberlands when it's time to kill a man



Shawn, grip the mic with the gangster lean







[ VERSE 6: Sean Wan ]



I'm goin strip-strip-strip it, take the mic and rip it



And my opponent's through from the moment I grip it



So settle down, seckle, ease back and swing low



Piggy-back a tempo when cream on the flow



And I'll ride it cause I'm excited, about to groove on



The hip-hop smooth on the 560 cruise on



The path, the trail, the truth, no vails



All flip scripts with hip-hop lip



Cause it's the hard (hard) pack (pack) stance



Yeah, the [edited] man



Once again on the track with the family



Kickin the flavor [edited] can't stand me



See me, wish you'd beat me, wanna test me



Vex me, but I won't let it stress me







[ VERSE 7: Suave Lover ]



Can I get a level, can I get a cue?



Can I get some volume, can I get some room?



Can I break it down, yep, I think I can



Can I be the man, my song's about to slam



A-fee-fi-fo-fum a-fum, the fee, the fi



Check the rhyme as I swing this to those who wanna try



Watch me as I get loose, the Suave's about to get warm



So hear this as I shape this rhyme into rapping form



Conduct the grammar of the utmost fliest nature



Get with the Suave cause I'm the caramel flavor



Figure there's no question of who's the perfectionist



Into this, so take a good sniff



Ki-kick a rhyme or two to flex off my fitness of quickness



To show you that the Suave is human swiftness



Nudge my nose, give a glance and shrug my shoulders



[edited] your head up if drunk or even sober



But wait a minute, cause I'm about to get in it



Cause any competitive contest, I'm sure to win it



Kickin more than just a style and different kind of techniques



So sit back and relax ( ? ) as a pro speaks







Yeah



Like I said we did our [edited] thing



Clark Kent and the Magnificent 7 here to make it swing



Big shout out to Will Ski, Big Doug



Flash Back, T. Strong, Relay, Big Sean Wan, Suave Lover



Dame Dash



my man Lil Shawn



Jesse, my man Ross



We did our thing, you can't front



All you suckers who don't know the time, get with it



That's how to fly a rhyme, youknomsayin?



That's how we grip the mic real tight