The Knack

[Odario]
From dusk til dawn my click bringin hits heavy by the ton
Odario and Spitz, yeah we moving on
Kicking balistics
All night long, your favorite song

[Spitz]
I've got this obsessive, compulsive type reaction
Craving for perfection when it comes to rhyme selection
No detection, or flaws
We got the rhymes to drop drawers
Resevoirs that are fluid and drown competitors

[Odario]
Word
Without a doubt we got The Knack to entice
Quick to shout it out to all the brothers on the mic
Give the people the style they like
Respect ya like, so your mic sound nice

[Spitz]
Yo, microphone check one, hip hop expression
In it's simpliest form it means pay attention
No exception, we gets biz with no questions
So ahead of my time, had to wait for my reflection
MCs want to test but I got exemption
Lay on the pressure like water retention
I feel bloated, spill what I got and reload it
In Mood Ruff they trust tot bust raw, don't misquote it

[CHORUS]
[Odario] We are the architects
[Spitz] We innovate the now to achieve the next
[Odario] Fine design and when we build a track
A known fact, we got The Knack for that (yeah)
A Knack for that
[Odario] We are the architects
[Spitz] We innovate the now to achieve the next
[Odario] Fine design and when we build a tralock
A known fact, we got The Knack for that (yeah)
A Knack for that


[Spitz]
I'mma get nice on this mic device with 'nuff lyrics
To crush spirits of MCs that generic
Mood Ruff sound just like WHAT
I won't hear it
Why's there a need to compare it?
T-O Engineering to make the head nod, body rock
Light up the spot so B-boys can pop lock
Vinyl in the hands of Stress and Dr. Shock
Finesse and Grasshopper got the city on lock
Go on with your big talk
Sure shot, Mood Ruff outline wack rhymes in chalk
You defeat me is like hail mary jumpshots
From the parking lot with no time on the clock

[CHORUS]

[Odario]
System automatic, my rhyme sporatic
I have you out your dills like bad credit
You can't let it, get inside your head
Situation down to leave a man dead
Like infrared I apply mad pressure
The lost one need some new direction
I run tings, like a pacemaker
The breath taker, the mover the shaker
The mountain top when it comes to hip hop
My mood's real smooth and proves to show shock
With the Mood Ruff sound going from town to town
Respect the local, see the world reknown
Then advance at the hands of time and reason
See the promised land, let let me in
Tell 'em who's the man
Tell 'em why we're here
Now rewind this back and let let me begin

[CHORUS x2]