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So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, as I begin to build

I'm mystical, don't be deceived by the visual
Visible preference is pure, patent it back to metaphors
Greetin' 'em illa-del-style wild
Analyze my memoirs, runnin' on 8/4, poetic, meter
Soarin' way beyond

I am bic pentameter, or Juvenile flam
Unsyncopated soul piercin' earlobes and egos
My vocals read these thoughts
Am I hardcore to the grain?

Lame game plain Jane MC's can't approach these
I shake chumps like fleas, I hold the keys
To drive you, guide you, provide you
With the real joints, ahem I clear my throat of phlegm

The architect, selecting the blueprints
To rid the game of nuisance
Sucker reducin' with the fusion
Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution
Stackin' concrete flows, look out below

So respect the architect
So respect the architect

Rhymes get all up in your grill like freckles
Most MC's couldn't see me, with bifocal spectacles
There's no protectin' you, with realness, I'm wreckin' you

I'm beggin' you, take a look into the cypher
You're dirt on my windshield, so I'm turnin' on my wipers
And I can see clearly now, no other rapper is near me now
And all you perpetrators, shall fear me now

Never flip folklores, only realness coincide
With the rhythm like I did with total wreck
Respect the architect in this division
Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti proton collisions
Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions

In, rare form, defined as optimal for my pedigrees
In skill three like three-sixty degrees as in well-rounded
Leavin' the competition dumb founded
For when I catch wreck, I astound

So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, as I begin to build

Floor to ceiling, constantly building
With power to construct, towers of rap cream kid, what?
Dreamin' you're lyrical, physical, mystical
Your concept's mediocre, plus your way too typical withcha

Corny delivery and crazy wack voice
Mad corny image, that's why I give you jitters
It figures, I'd have to dust you off the scene
Like a wise guy, with my New York lean

Lines that I supply fortify the nuclei of mind state
From state to state, universal, be the orals that I create
Top notch and on lock like sentry, opponents could never tempt me
Samplin' my style like an Akai S-950 and still can't get with me

While I spread this verbal plague like bubonic
Conduction phonics like the philharmonics
I make in measured melody, kids praise me like the crucifix
So place Bahamadia, amongst your top ten of MC's

So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, the architect
So respect the architect, as I begin to build

Yeah, never ending, knahmsayin? Always buildin'
My home girl Bahamadia in the hidouse, yeah, yeah
And of course, my man the legend, Ramsey Lewis
So respect the architect, knahmsayin? One love
So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, as I begin to build      I'm mystical, don't be deceived by the visual   Visible preference is pure, patent it back to metaphors   Greetin' 'em illa-del-style wild   Analyze my memoirs, runnin' on 8/4, poetic, meter   Soarin' way beyond      I am bic pentameter, or Juvenile flam   Unsyncopated soul piercin' earlobes and egos   My vocals read these thoughts   Am I hardcore to the grain?      Lame game plain Jane MC's can't approach these   I shake chumps like fleas, I hold the keys   To drive you, guide you, provide you   With the real joints, ahem I clear my throat of phlegm      The architect, selecting the blueprints   To rid the game of nuisance   Sucker reducin' with the fusion   Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution   Stackin' concrete flows, look out below      So respect the architect   So respect the architect      Rhymes get all up in your grill like freckles   Most MC's couldn't see me, with bifocal spectacles   There's no protectin' you, with realness, I'm wreckin' you      I'm beggin' you, take a look into the cypher   You're dirt on my windshield, so I'm turnin' on my wipers   And I can see clearly now, no other rapper is near me now   And all you perpetrators, shall fear me now      Never flip folklores, only realness coincide   With the rhythm like I did with total wreck   Respect the architect in this division   Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti proton collisions   Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions      In, rare form, defined as optimal for my pedigrees   In skill three like three-sixty degrees as in well-rounded   Leavin' the competition dumb founded   For when I catch wreck, I astound      So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, as I begin to build      Floor to ceiling, constantly building   With power to construct, towers of rap cream kid, what?   Dreamin' you're lyrical, physical, mystical   Your concept's mediocre, plus your way too typical withcha      Corny delivery and crazy wack voice   Mad corny image, that's why I give you jitters   It figures, I'd have to dust you off the scene   Like a wise guy, with my New York lean      Lines that I supply fortify the nuclei of mind state   From state to state, universal, be the orals that I create   Top notch and on lock like sentry, opponents could never tempt me   Samplin' my style like an Akai S-950 and still can't get with me      While I spread this verbal plague like bubonic   Conduction phonics like the philharmonics   I make in measured melody, kids praise me like the crucifix   So place Bahamadia, amongst your top ten of MC's      So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, the architect   So respect the architect, as I begin to build      Yeah, never ending, knahmsayin? Always buildin'   My home girl Bahamadia in the hidouse, yeah, yeah   And of course, my man the legend, Ramsey Lewis   So respect the architect, knahmsayin? One love
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