[Intro: dry voice, two bars] Guest list? Yeah. I brought the whole alphabet. [Verse 1: laid-back pocket, grin in the delivery] Brass in the bag, bass in the lining, Name tag weighs more than the man I'm describing. Force Fed, chef's kiss; Benign Taste, fine dining; Aftertaste stayed late, charged extra for the timing. I fixed your door; now the whole joint hinges on me. Come empty handed, leave with the entry fee. Zero foot-pounds, all this torque in my talk; Somebody has to move. I just point when I walk. Hit tare on the scale. Net weight? Pure legend. Thirty-seven egos, all limited editions. Your usual: front row, both feet on the table; Below Rest, still I charge for the nap at the label. Who holds the scale? I do. Thumb on the dial. Leave me a little unknown: keep the bill out the file. Mistress Secret Recipe? I know the chef. Special thanks to myself. Everybody else left. [Hook: hard stops, group answers in parentheses] Prodestruction! (Make what?) New teeth on an old name. Prodestruction! (Break what?) Old locks on a new frame. What we made can make, What we made can bite. Prodestruction! (Run that!) Bring the offspring to the mic. [Verse 2: tighter flow; the names talk back] Then Aftertaste taps on my shoulder: “Remember? You used my whole name. Never used my number.” Second Mouth cuts in: “You quote me for clout. Got my name in your mouth, keep my footnotes out.” “I'm Spoiled,” says the cream, “quit claiming we're related.” SUGAR says, “Sweet deal. Who did you compensate?” Mistress Secret Recipe rattles the pans: “If you know me so well, what's the dish in your hands?” WEB caught the bluff; every strand had a witness. PAC to Believe? I PACked light on specifics. Antithesis to It All: “Let me get this exact: You borrowed my no, then you borrowed it back?” Head in the credits; my head got enormous. Head said, “Your neck called. It can't support this.” [Quick double-time, then a dead stop] “All mosquitoes are always bad!” Big speech. “Some mosquitoes are good.” Whole room: “Receipts?” [Hook: same pocket, louder group answers] Prodestruction! (Make what?) New teeth on an old name. Prodestruction! (Break what?) Old locks on a new frame. What we made can make, What we made can bite. Prodestruction! (Run that!) Bring the offspring to the mic. [Verse 3: drums strip to kick and rim, build back in] Scoot Bonobo. Say it clean. Let the kick hit. Head got a head nod; put that in the credits. Crossed a word with a drum; little thing started kicking. First word: “Nah.” Damn. That's a family tradition. The map eats first; ate the route to my entrance. I came through the wall. Put a door in the sentence. Remainder Cloth tied to the mic like a pennant; Still got sauce. Ask the floor, I just spilled it. Clean Plate Club, pull a chair to the table; Big foot under it, rocking the cable. Special Thanks got a whole new page: Name every hand that helped carry this stage. Leave me a little unknown, little room in the back; I came for the names, stayed for the people attached. We raised a little hell. Now the hell talks back. Put it on the guest list. Let it open the act. [Final hook: full bass, brass accents, everybody in] Prodestruction! (Make what?) New teeth on an old name. Prodestruction! (Break what?) Old locks on a new frame. What we made can make, What we made can bite. Prodestruction! (Run that!) Bring the offspring to the mic. [Outro: one bar, dry] Kid already wants top billing.
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