Run with the buffalo Bumping that One Be Lo Since the summer of 2001 Binary 'shuffle flow' Arrows and hunter bows Thunder rolls Buzzard roam Thru dusty roads And country zones Rush from the double dose ... Sevens and double O's Run it play a few numbers for a couple notes Seen MC's nowadays taking double roles Living two lives at once and have to juggle both The other day the drummer played those color tones From muddy grey's the brush will fade to rusty gold Had to dial 1-900 Subino's For that fluidity liquid lyric deluxe luggage load From the desert but we were brought up in the water world Rockin' abalone shell toes dropping pearls Wind twirls towards the gatherers and fishermen Path is unraveling travel from Mexico to Michigan True disciples of decibels on next levels The best ever to rep rebels the rez hello We set records and sport medals that's corn yellow See how the 'H' will sound like when you spell cello Bass treble my string section insane weapons In projects more dynamite James Evans A simple task in the lab you could feel the wrath These instrumentals path from Woodward to Central Ave Then rerouted like double six plug in the mix Undiscovered shit loose lips sinking Columbus ships The facts really got slap city my rhapsody Back on the scene mean green like hatch chile But, there's nothing new under the go Sun shining over the black clouds Silver line is the hung drying My fingerprints on the mic be leaving doves crying Make a lot rappers mad like mothers and drunk driving Have you really listened? Have you really read the lyrics? The lineup in the kgb we're some of the best that did it God gifted travelled as far as the bars risen The distance drifting beyond any star systems Thru holographic prisms on solo missions Third eye photo lenses control the visions The plane is subterraneous and the oceans risen Lo and behold Def-i & Lo will go to the finish Rowing a boat towards the dreamscape's stream way Speed race by the sea bay the MC way Wouldn't be rapping like this without the DJ Create beat make transcribe a deep crate Without a further adieu or crew to relay I'm on a marathon with a baton of green flame Passing the torch in the patterns of fours Clash with the shores my tongue is a jagged dagger and sword Axes will slash thru' the boards then classics are born