RJD2 - Final Frontier Lyrics
Yeah, what up[the show is over]Welcome to the final frontierSoul PositionRJD2 on the beats plus myself, Blueprint, on therhymes[the show is over]Live and directWe're here [the show is over]The Final FrontierWe're here [the show is over]The Final FrontierWe breathe adrenaline, elevate organicallyLife begins when the record spins and endsWhen blended into the next with scratchesRJ constructs the canvas, I find a color that matchesOutline the rhyme and increase the contentBlueprint the piece that completes the conceptsSequence the song steps to make it more complexSoul Position in, sole possession ofPoll position, hold your breath and listenWhile I resurrect these twenty-six lettersA lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparissonYou're not ill, and if you are[My notepad's full of medicine]Plus my freestyle is [Excedrin]Take two hours and call me back with a new style[And show me you're prepared for the final frontier]We're here [the show is over]The Final FrontierWe're here [the show is over]The Final Frontier[We breathe adrenaline,] elevate organically [right]My pen like a turntable arm moves mechanicallyEven when the groove shifts or skips dramaticallyI accurately etch out my welded fine fantasyAcross a skyline covered with soundI move into position like a cumulus cloudAcid rain slang still a part of my emosisMy first demo, known to soak instrumentalsWith brainstorms, capable to break in the calmCreated by strange tongues that praise the normBut while they make a living giving false testimonyI often impress the ceremony with an exercise in exorcismFirst I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomousOpen mic sermon for the trife vermonThat had a hard time learnin'How to properly prepare for the final frontierWe're here [the show is over]The Final FrontierWe're here [the show is over]The Final FrontierWe breathe adrenaline, elevate organicallyEscaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragediesOf lost verse, or crews you coulda looped firstBut refuse to do the work when the whistle blewSo in a world dominated by the digitalThe metrinome I listen to beats inside of my chestIt speeds up with a level of stressIt's built to last, but analog at bestIngest another measurement of time servedMy lifeline swerves kinda like a sine curveTime blurs, during my breakneck ascendTo apex and then slows during my lowsTone-deaf soundmen work my showsThe ass of my artform's always exposedBut I'm inspired by the front rowsThey're the reason I prepared for the final frontierWe're here [the show is over]The Final FrontierWe're here [the show is over]The Final Frontier[the show is over][the show is over][the show is over]
