Drifter - Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, Vanderslice

Jon Murdock!

Yo, break this shit down for these motherfuckers, yo

Cut you like surgical position with my burst of wisdom

I’m the fourth, your first dimension here to curse the system

First he kissed him, and second he fucked him

And at your favorite rapper, this shit is disgustin'

I’m nicer than all these commercial rap rhymers

Heath Ledger MCs, Brokeback Mountain climbers

A Bentley in a video, a chain and some bitches clubbin'

Even though the track is wack, all these kids will love it

The shit we rock, the music is ill

And the MCs that rhyme, they do it with skill

They do it without or they do it with deals

Put in the work for years and they do it for real

How you feel?

Y’all would never know what type of life I lead

The way I think, the emotions, all the sights I’ve seen

Through the good and bad times, I recite my dreams

Never stoppin', steady rockin', through this mic I breathe

On this mic, you’s a wack motherfucker that think he nice

Made a few beats and say you got a deal with Winky Wright

You doing this music, you fluent with acoustics

Pulled two strings and Fruity Loop’d it, you stupid

I can’t stand a Stan, I can’t stand you, fam

Went to New York to see your bitch, now you mans with Cam

I’m a leader, you’s a follower, demolish ya

Sampled Oliver, now the street’s should acknowledge ya?

And Lil Wayne’s the best?

(Yea right) I put these lames to rest

Blaze your chest, put the money up, pussy, place your bets

Hip-Hop's dead as a door nail, I’m more ill

Immune to wack MCs, we at war still

'Cause y’all would never know what type of life I lead

The way I think, the emotions, all the sights I’ve seen

Through the good and bad times, I recite my dreams

Never stoppin', steady rockin', through this mic I breathe

Breathe ether, the beat heat seeker, supreme speaker

Ceremony Master of rhymes, here to teach ya

A backpack of back smack you wack rappers

From now and here after, my presence creates a fear factor

When you see me, you know not to battle me

My lyrical overdose gives you nightmares from shallow sleep

Beneath the surface of gimmicks is my image

A vision that lasts three to five minutes and I’m in it

A 1080p signal is not an equal visual

I’m a million light years away, and that’s the minimal

With a collage of adjectives and synonyms

I make the crowds wave back and forth like a pendulum

'Cause y’all would never know what type of life I lead

The way I think, the emotions, all the sights I’ve seen

Through the good and bad times, I recite my dreams

Never stoppin', steady rockin', through this mic I breathe

Motherfuckers, yeah, Jon Murdock

Vanderslice on the motherfucking boards

All you wack MCs need to back the fuck up

This my time, bitch motherfuckers

You fucking commercial rap faggots

Ain’t nothing fucking with this

Flying Dutchmen, motherfuckers

Never know, never know, never know