[Sample: "Have you it? Sing along. If you didn't hear it you're hear it right now."]
Bam, the door way for me I saw and told the story Raw day of holding glory high, Hall way faggot MCs Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees It didn't take long to see who would strong school upon Some B-Boys put their gang on But kept on doing on to ruin Others that were the same shit we thought we ruled in But a surprise The for being the best a quest for allies to rest In the Midwest where Is a hand full In a land of Players, replacements, priests, We To MCs that may appreciate it Guided by their envy insecurity and hatred by the gimmie props technique And a desire to be the tops this I gotta the speak talk is cheap Even the kids can afford it That's why I stand and if you're dope then I'm supportive But if not We'll keep the mic For the one Respect the And make your wishes on the born
the movement Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all of backstepping From the of paint on the concrete reside on Lake Street To the way we close our to sleep And drift through Deep Space 9 type To this been around for as long as sound I've to that not so fresh faze And that not so serious state but evolved manifestate
I used to be young, and full of vision Like it was rituals I made decisions I to be a rapper world renown From Minneap to the girls in crowns Snap, crackle and That's what I The abyss that in-between the one that holds the mic and those that don't even Formed crews Rocked talent shows at on the 18 make my way down to the record pool I met a grip of people that was Was down with a lot of that was bullshit But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel I let him hassle and The triangle between me the mic and the turntable Went to We to make demos We want to do shows and our own instrumentals Do our own Fuckin' around this kid Kazir engineer Barely knew his own equipment, The was urban Wrecked Made friends foes we made flows And now as I sit here writing this I'm off the people in my life that made me like this
the movement Fact to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin' From the lines of concrete that reside on Ave To the dead bird on the To that short in your cross I never got lost For efforts to Just throw your hands up in the air a leper I've been to not so fresh faze And to that not so serious state manifestate
Well sometimes it rings and I answer it it no asterisks No to find the circumstances It was planted in me It was and it grew Gave it and nutrition It was let it through There are a few that have developed when I let them in my For the of em I them just enough to cause infection Not on attention But if you ? welcome Open arms patient I know the and I can spell them is it When one Do they leave this interest In fact most crave the business me to the table That's it no more no The love the life the Slug, the mic, the Yes, I've tested and I've tested some I'm not I'm the best I'm not Like the of em Just sayin' I'm than you That's my mind My take me into I check one two I guess some do get But intentions to inspire Built the before I get tired The that tare me down don't know it But they're the same ones that me Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel me."
"Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I? I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to precisely what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, flatter me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a test in order to find out really what I am. I care about FREEDOM? I don't about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I out what I am before I die."]