( *scratching of* )
(Listen! Listen! Listen!)
(We ask now)
(We ask now)
(We ask you)
(We ask you)
(Now listen)
(Now listen)
(Parties... where we get together and do our thing)
[ VERSE 1: Laquan ]
Feel the rhythm as the paragraphs coincide
The vocab will multiply, the mission is do-or-die
Principles classify, the concept will clarify
I speak fact cause only fact will justify
Thus travel distance, it`s time that we rinse this
Stereotype hype right out of life sight
Drums pulsate, brains vibrate
Level is first rate, proceed to elevate
Samples enhanced, audience entranced
Now it`s my turn but every man has a chance
Evil will never drive, God helps those who strive
Fire and brimstone dwells in the inside
Truth is in front of you
You`re blind but it`s huntin you
Speakin with strong verbs, readin the proverbs
Wake up at once, resurrection has come
Hear the trumpet of Gabriel and the notes of a native son
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
I`m your native son
(Native son)
I`m your native son
I am your native son
(Hear the notes of a native son)
I`m your native son
[ VERSE 2: Laquan ]
Panic, rhythmatic, dope addict
Words flow automatic, sticks like static
Frozen and freeze dried, the poems are like pitfalls
This blackman will stand tall, I`m firm as a brickwall
Just a portion can sting like a scorpion
Hurt like a heart attack, ride it like Amtrak
My spiritual insight will take to extreme height
Cause I`m livin life right, palmin the mic tight
Brothers have tried this but they didn`t swing it right
Method of a renegade, keepin it airtight
I thank woman for breedin the black seed
Then let the verses roll like a tumbleweed
I give pain like a migraine
Releasin my best and when done leave a bloodstain
Glorify God cause there`s only one
Hear the notes of a native son
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Laquan ]
Opponents approach and I post my position
Listen for the word then proceed with the mission
Paragraphs float, phrases stunt growth
State is a dungeon, vocal chord is a death rope
Words are vehicles riding on sound
Drums leave you numb, the pound can put a crack in the ground
Pressure released performin a stronghold
Maximum thrust - working towards overload
Peace Productions, the beat thy`re providin me
Anger is inside of me, anxiety drives me
But I release my steam on a track, black
Instead of killin a brother, nah, never that
To this I`m loyal, I shine like tin foil
You`re soft as soil, the microphone`ll boil
Pause but not fall, we ain`t havin no flaws
My tongue is my metal, Lett hands are like chainsaws
Words can move mountains, pourin like a fountain
Clockin crazy dollars, countin and countin
Drop to my knees and repent for my sins
Peace to my friends, no rest till it ends
L-a, q-u, a-n solo, one
Yeah, notes of a native son
[ CHORUS ]
(Native son)
(Native son)
I am your native
(Native son)
I am your native
(Native son)
I am your native
(Hear the notes of a native son)
I am your native
I am your native
I am your native
( *fade* )
