THE GROCERY SWAGON

THE THUNDER HAS BEEN BROUGHT.

Headschatz returns, but don’t call it a comeback
Knockin’ your domes off with skill that you chumps lack

Got the capacity for rhyming fantastically?
You lack audacity to get up and clash with me
Sitting it out while I’m rockin’ it classically
Active tenacity thrashes you savagely
Wrote personality to spoken brutality
I guess your retreat was just eventuality

Afraid of my righteous and rhythmic verbosity
Pure unadulterated lyric velocity
Impossibly dense ‘cause my words have viscosity
Unlike your paper-thin lyric atrocities
Ferocity follows me, oughta be prophecy
Sage of the flow like a modern-day Socrates
Disciples they flock to my verbal philosophy
Calling my name when they want just the top MC

So bend the knee, wannabe
Look if you wanna see
Schatz has a Ph.D
Doc of Beatology
Prescribing a BeatDown
for being a weak clown
waited for a week now
Where the hell’s the showdown?!

Today everybody’s all “Giants v. Pats”
But tomorrow’s headline is how I’m rhymin’ you flat
Better break out your A-Game before you’re a damn shame
Ball’s in your court, man
NOW GET UP AND RAP.