ain't to many that can play me

INTRO
Sinister Laughter
Orchestral Cello and Violins
DJ Scratching
Deep Male Spoken Voice

Yeah...
Illa-Jit.
Mister Jump.
Sporadix in this bitch.
You already know.
Turn it up.

VERSE 1
Steady Confident Flow

You're now rolling with one of the dopest, never lose focus,
Street game I'm soaked in, go ask somebody, Sporadix the coldest,
We've been chosen, if you're playing me close then,
You should know I'm flowing corrosive, exposing emotions.

Controlling my focus, exposing the shit that we deal with,
The hopelessness, holding it in, but I'm still getting real with it,
I'm rocking it right, and you already know how the feeling is,
I'm spitting it ferocious, kid, the microphone's a casualty.

Partner, I done told you this shit, my sincerest condolences,
I heard you lost the ability, the agility, the flow and the potency,
To rock the mic with the awesome ability,
Meanwhile I'm kicking back, plotting, watching the competition.

Are you feeling me? Ain't it obvious?
Locally hated, but honestly, I'm comfortable with it,
We chop it up, then watch me go nuts,
Like I completely lost focus, leaving rap cats exhausted.

They forgot how to listen, now let's switch positions,
I remember what it's like not to have a pot to piss in,
Having nada left me in a fucked-up spot,
I wasn't conditioned, now I'm dropping provocative wisdom.

No more pulling licks, stressing over getting caught,
No more looking over shoulders, worrying about getting locked,
Now your boy's a success story, and fortunately,
I'm obsessed with optimism, that's the new philosophy.

HOOK
Beat Drops Out
Beautiful Female Singing Voice
Orchestral Strings and Cello
Breathy Humming and Harmonies

Hmm, oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh,
Ooh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah,
Y'all motherfuckers better feel me!

Ooh, huh, yeah, oh, yeah,
Ain't shit changed, we reign supreme,
Spitting lyrical game so clean!

Oh-oh, yeah, oh, yeah,
Sporadix in this bitch!
Act like you know!

Female Humming
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Whoa-oh-oh...

VERSE 2
Steady Aggressive Delivery

Orchestral Violins and Brass

And this one goes out to Tori, she's a blessing,
Somehow she got me to listen, learned a few valuable lessons,
Now Mr. Jump stepped it up, wrecking the opposition,
I walk with an awkward limp, but recognize the difference.

I know a lot's been different, ain't forgotten how I'm living,
I'm sick as fuck and you know I've always gotta get it,
Jackpots for the crackpots, don't get all riled up,
I do what I can, go ham, make the most of every year.

I adhere to my principles, I will not be intimidated,
By no man, don't you know, fam? My position's never vacated,
I keep it colder than the sweat from a snowman,
Discrete with the business, complete with the sickness.

Considered elite in dialect and speech,
What is it we represent? Sporadix, we don't know defeat,
We can be complicit in crushing beats,
While discussing over thumping percussion underneath.

Illa-Jit, AKA Mister Jump, I get to dumping,
This colder speech keeps assumptions from becoming something,
You know we vibrate on a higher frequency,
I don't retire, just acquire some attire.

Now we're zoning higher through this microphone wire,
I might just go with a righteous flow,
But they bite this, though, and get excited, yo,
I brought the lightning, now I'm bringing the thunder.

CONTROLLED DOUBLE-TIME BURST
Short Rapid Passages
Clear Articulation
Brief Pauses Between Rhymes

I'm drastically exact with the acrobatic tactics,
Every syllable's elastic, got the rhythm doing backflips,
I'm passionate, outlasting all the average and the half-assed,
While I'm smashing through the madness, putting classic after classic.

You can act like you know, but you don't know the half,
I'm the type to make a whole room rewind the track,
Got a problem with the flow? Better study the craft,
I'm still laughing at the competition while I'm doing the math

I'm a problem, that's a fact,
Passionate about outlasting all the dumb shit,
Thought I told you this is Sporadix,
Keep your speakers so savagely bumping.

Most cats are below average,
It's sad that it's come to this junction,
But it's no secret we come complete with the madness,
Attack with the acrobatical exactness.

FINAL BARS
Orchestral Strings Build
Heavy Drums and Scratching

It's almost over, so pick up your controller,
Remember Illa-Jit done told ya,
Live your life legit, don't waste time on dumb shit,
That might just hold ya.

Don't shoulder all the stress and responsibilities,
What I really want to see is you recognizing the ability,
Pressing rewind until the whole world agrees,
And plays that shit again till they're feeling me!

HOOK - REPEAT
Female Singing and Humming
Full Orchestral Beat
Heavy Bass and Scratching

Y'all motherfuckers better feel me!
Ain't shit changed, we reign supreme,
Spitting lyrical game so clean!
Sporadix in this bitch!
Act like you know!

OUTRO
Let the Orchestra and Beat Ride Out
Extended DJ Scratching
Cello and Violins Fade Away