Verse1:
I remember sitting in my grandma’s kitchen,
My uncle saying nephew wont you come and listen
To the boom-box, filled with Run DMC
Wondering why he rapped these words so passionately,
I was a youngin',
Looking at Unc like he was buggin’,
Say “this real music here, sit down and learn something”
So I sat down and he said with a grin “It’s like that and that’s the way that it is”
As I started to listen a lil’ closer
I noticed my head nods and a rhythmic takeover,
From me beating on my knees, to the tapping of my feet
To the rhyming of the words, to the drums on the beat,
The shit was sweet.
Like something you look forward to see,
Or when your grandma grab the change when Ice cream Man on the street,
Playing that corny music, out runs the boys and girls
That’s when I knew that music was the beautifullest thing in the world.

Hook:
The most beautifullest thing in the world is just like that
I get in ya'
(I said it's just like-like this)
The most beautifullest thing in the world is just like that
(I said it's just like-like that)
The most beautifullest thing in the world is just like that
I get in ya'
(It's like this, it's like that, it's like this and a)
The most beautifullest thing in the world is just that
(word, it's like this, that and a third)

Verse 2:
Chilling in homeroom, making my own tunes, waves of sounds clashing like monsoons, creating particles of sand dunes,
Like Sandshrew, organizing tons of sand tunes,
hoping these, junior MC’s will mold this into sand castles,
Where they live across the fortress, where the view is certainly gorgeous,
metaphors come out the dungeon, similes will ride on horses,
And of course this is, sum I been absorbing,
and the reason I was failing my sixth grade courses
I wish, I can organize this in some type of manner,
Sitting by Dirty Diana, jamming like my name Mc Geiger,
hearing pleads of melodies from Aaliyah's Fourth Page of Letter ,
now the Teach walk out the room man it can’t get no better than this,
I start playing the “Grindin’” beat from The Clipse,
And automatic words spilled from the big homie’s lips,
Then he paused,
Cause he heard the ring of his phone,
Then we laughed he had Orange Juice Jones on the Ring Tone!

(Hook)

Verse 3:
Listen to the image I pre-led,
I'm pre-med cause I kick meds inside of these heads,
the beast sheds on a drop of a beat, fast forward a decade later now Im an emcee,
making music that’s affluent, that influence connoisseurs, its the teacher I'm the student,
put in work so I'm a steward, and I'm steadily improving, me and music can be congruent,
step aside enjoy the show and watch me while I do this,
pay attention use great observation,
catch every thought, and every tune, don’t have your mind latent,
interact with this dialect and have good conversation,
Ladies and gents I introduce you “The Compilation”
so have no fear its new flavor in your ear,
and that’s word to Craig Mack like 94’ is the year,
gotta heighten your megapixels just to get this picture clear,
see the greatness in my future may the world adhere to this.