Never Heard It Done Like This

You never heard it done like this
Who else could put it down like this?
As we move with the scenery
Let’s walk through this corporate machinery
This big P
Now what the deal is?
P let it fizz the wiz
The business is as is
Never saw this day coming
I think I’m in a great place to summon some of the illest
The killer
Still it gets sicker
The vocals like ghosts in the air
The lights flicker
I might vicar the mic
Write like I never knew sight
The block knows
The vatos
Hydraulics staring over pot-holes
My mind goes side bar
To climb inside these bars
For the people behind the 8-Ball
When fate calls
I’m the P to the R I Z M
And if not
Then why would I say I am
The alchemist
The Al-Qaeda
The biters light as rock
New era P
Therapy for lost MCs
It goes hands up
It goes heads high
Everybody move
K to the I
Big things coming through for you
It’s that sickness
Call it the bird flu
Hands up
Heads High
Suddenly
Never mind if extended
I remember once invented
Get it before anyone crossed the line
In time for lessons
Instead that unleaded gasoline
Influenced your stream of consciousness
Deflating that ego
Didn’t continue the argument
Shouldn’t I mellow out though?
Inverted
Crafted through perfection
Spread it amongst the industry
Simply to apply the chemistry mentioned within me
Readjust
Centered
Mild-mannered
Temperature tampered
Ready for an overload
Unless solving the answer
I couldn’t imagine establishing something else
Note to self-esteem
Lean a little bit close to your dream
Never listen to critics criticizing the scene
You never heard it done like this
Who else could put it down like this?