Wake up your mind black people, it`s ill
Superior people use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at will
The hip-hop nation will prevail
all problems in society with inner city philosophy
The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt
Executed properly
I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately
three single syllable words per second
like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I`ll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I`m embedded in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I`ll be in my prime
Read the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical shymin
I look still but I`m climbin
Newsflash here`s the latest findin
Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your part
Hook:
I`m the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)
Everybody knows
All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It`s played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I`m already in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you can`t get wit me
or go wit me or float wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme
It`s way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get mine
I went from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I`m in ya heart
Everytime you think I`m comin one way, I come another way
If you ain`t got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast master`s here!
Hook (x2)
Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it`s open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn`t be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you retrudge
Don`t you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You`ll get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can`t belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you`re not fertile
or fertile {pronounced fertil}
Your reflex`s slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I burst sua
Into a million children
in Tiananmen buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let`s start building
