Providers of the rhyme we take back control
You're riding to the rhythm of a beat with a soul
D set the rhyme reaching for the reservoir
T shine bright now you're fuckin with the repertoire
My name is Mad Candor and I rock the mic
I bring it to you live to bring forth the dynamite
I run around Rwanda to stomp you like Don Cheadle
This art form is torn in the form of a drop needle
He really wasn't ready toe to toe in the back lot
He really want the cheddy mozzarella a jack pot
We shoot foes like fructose they're as fake as corn syrup
Shattering their soul and leave em with the torn spirit
In the pocket light the rocket and we're off with the fuse
Don't sleep on the protectors do not hit ya snooze
I'm shrouded up in mystery I did the math and history
And if I ever want a thing then I manifest it physically
Planet caravan here to take you on safari
We're turning up the heat now you dwell in Kalahari
Rhymes from the mind and beats from the sampler
Luboot got the kicks like stampedes they trample ya
Tell them what it is T Shelby...
We shatter souls who lack control and battle modes like animals
We can't expose the magic though it's sealed up as we set the bar
Candor set the standard don't be fuckin with the repertoire
I'll snap your neck apart and clean you up like Escobar
Inject your heart with my pen it'll give you question marks
About the way you might be living this life
I take a back seat to it don't give a shit if I'm right
I got some love for this morning and a little tonight
Sitting up to write my story soaking up the light before me
Bending bars and soaring many stars that I've been touring
Looking at the galaxy finding out who I'm actually
Pass the piece of love you'll catch me on the beats what up
I'm Shelby searching for the life that I'm in
I'm feeling good right at home with the mic in my hand