Contains samples of the following:
Bubble Gum by 9th Creation
Rule of Mind by 9th Creation
Hog Callin' Blues by Charles Mingus
The Great will always soar above the mediocre; they create while others destroy.
Verse 1: Prime Minister Pete Nice
Never had a wasted mind, had the time
erectin' rhyme I cause gifted lines
the flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
swings of things, observed in my sockets
intense spot I got stacks of LP wax
courderoy slacks, loops and sales tax
on the racks but my label is Derelict
Spic-n-Span I slam, as b**** you lick
ill missions, but doin' us ain't even simple
stereotype the rhymer as a criminal
subliminal I put a noose on the necks
the sinister signs off my rhymes is s**
Verse 2: MC Serch
Smooth, setup so slick as I set to move, all the great masses
passin the pounds cause the track is all in
I'm droppin my quarter, I'm placin my call in
to my crew that is down with the street trends
play around you might fall off the deep end
I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
but I got a girl, so I called up three friends
and they called three friends (and I called three friends)
and so on, and so on, and so on..
so go on my path, and try to follow but not step for step,
cause I like to sidestep
you'll get swept like a broom and yo make room for daddy
white boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
so take me to my rest so I guess I'll get wrecked
cause I'm a derelict of dialect
Verse 3: Prime Minister Pete Nice
Dialect spoken, in session a lesson
the less you know, the more you gotta guess on
I press on point, some sweat my j***noint
playin' themselves with the fingers they point
I speak slow, I carry a fat stick
get your kneepads and reapply your Chapstick
step to this, as a Derelict reanimates
no jim hat as my mouth e*********
I states mumble, I speaks jumble
phonetics on phonograph'll prime your petrol
retroactive, my knot scale is tipped off
I rip the head off, the Derelict stepped off
and left to show this, to those who typecast
ill the rhyme-a** trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck s*** with my own sector
the ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
Verse 4: MC Serch
3rd Bass, but not a bass for slidin'
foundation, for a nation who's mind is
in motion, goin' in fluid Who did you justice trust this
it's Serch and I crush this
mental need for oppression
oppressed and all vexed and just placed a suggestion
lesson or loss enforce those in
a spot who got your head frozen
defrost the eye and spy on the serpent
on act two, he tried to close curtain
but intermission I glimpsed and I clock more
Derelicts watch act three and the encore
Bubble Gum by 9th Creation
Rule of Mind by 9th Creation
Hog Callin' Blues by Charles Mingus
The Great will always soar above the mediocre; they create while others destroy.
Verse 1: Prime Minister Pete Nice
Never had a wasted mind, had the time
erectin' rhyme I cause gifted lines
the flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
swings of things, observed in my sockets
intense spot I got stacks of LP wax
courderoy slacks, loops and sales tax
on the racks but my label is Derelict
Spic-n-Span I slam, as b**** you lick
ill missions, but doin' us ain't even simple
stereotype the rhymer as a criminal
subliminal I put a noose on the necks
the sinister signs off my rhymes is s**
Verse 2: MC Serch
Smooth, setup so slick as I set to move, all the great masses
passin the pounds cause the track is all in
I'm droppin my quarter, I'm placin my call in
to my crew that is down with the street trends
play around you might fall off the deep end
I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
but I got a girl, so I called up three friends
and they called three friends (and I called three friends)
and so on, and so on, and so on..
so go on my path, and try to follow but not step for step,
cause I like to sidestep
you'll get swept like a broom and yo make room for daddy
white boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
so take me to my rest so I guess I'll get wrecked
cause I'm a derelict of dialect
Verse 3: Prime Minister Pete Nice
Dialect spoken, in session a lesson
the less you know, the more you gotta guess on
I press on point, some sweat my j***noint
playin' themselves with the fingers they point
I speak slow, I carry a fat stick
get your kneepads and reapply your Chapstick
step to this, as a Derelict reanimates
no jim hat as my mouth e*********
I states mumble, I speaks jumble
phonetics on phonograph'll prime your petrol
retroactive, my knot scale is tipped off
I rip the head off, the Derelict stepped off
and left to show this, to those who typecast
ill the rhyme-a** trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck s*** with my own sector
the ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
Verse 4: MC Serch
3rd Bass, but not a bass for slidin'
foundation, for a nation who's mind is
in motion, goin' in fluid Who did you justice trust this
it's Serch and I crush this
mental need for oppression
oppressed and all vexed and just placed a suggestion
lesson or loss enforce those in
a spot who got your head frozen
defrost the eye and spy on the serpent
on act two, he tried to close curtain
but intermission I glimpsed and I clock more
Derelicts watch act three and the encore