Chorus:
Caught up, burnt out and turned about
lurked about streets, about studio and stage
true ways to get paid
Mikah 9:
A chosen few I choose to roll in crews who be my trues
exposing fools who broke the rules and cast `em out my point of view
they end up assed out, without a clue
and there`s me without a shoe
they`re booted out of my living crew
they can`t do the things I do on these streets
Abstract Rude:
Peeped the game, wrote the book
seen that look before
been that crook at the store
had hookers galore, gigolo
the bigger those rocks the quicker they close up shops
`til it`s sewed up
nigga wonder why yo pager blow up
Aceyalone:
Now where would I be if I really wasn`t G-O-D
`ing on info and it`s simple to see my symphony
is packed to capacity from the floor up to the balcony
I`m free
must be the eagle, the hawk and the falcon in me
and a little bit of Malcolm in me, to make me me
Chorus x2
Abstract Rude:
all I want for Christmas is a new drum beat machine
to say this shit and make a hit and get the green
Aceyalone:
yes, man
currency and the urgency, the emergency
the economic surgery, the perjury and the energy surging me
Mikah 9:
computerized in this engineer`s eyes
has to be very acute to manifest these words in me for the loot
Abstract Rude:
Cigarettes and coffee tickle a studio`s fancy
just right for the mood of audio enhancing
Aceyalone:
and the herbals get me strong on the mic like Sampson
I throw some land, some miss some win some
and some I don`t win
Mikah 9:
but I`m getting in where I`m fitting in
headphones in a sound proof booth
you got a problem with me living in
I`m advancing
Chorus x2
Aceyalone:
Who is that standing on stage with the micro
psycho-analyzing every sucka in the room
whom could it be that slicing up the energy
providing food for thought for those who need to be consumed
I assume that if you walk the streets you will be doomed
marooned on my planet from the cradle to the tomb
I zoom at a million miles a hour `til I bloom
and I blossom like a mushroom
since I been out the room
Abstract Rude:
I`m the universal platform, I`ll let you talk trash
generic or abnorm can we still get the cash
you don`t know yet as long as they pay you can be a poet
after the show, we`ll get the dough and it`s on me moet
I`m the bright lights second hand smoke filled arenas
this mic`s tight severing `em, heard `em through Cerwin Vegas
people diving off of me into the crowd, vibing off me and the style
my philosophy is a wild stage show
Mikah 9:
Hecklers, inside stage hater are expendable
they alive as long as they know something dependable
we can rendezvous and vibe if you boo then that`s offendable
there may be discipline resulting in an experiment
to see if yo limbs are bendable
if your jaw bone`s breakable
and then I`m a take a full eighth of the shrooms
and blaze the boom
black man gold mines, hold mine, old rhymes
got my fingers on the strings of east and west coast crimes
