I'm a blood suckin, drug puffin' frontin', love muffin' Why ma'am that's quite nice, yeah sure I'd muffins from the oven covered honey oat and butter nut Bake about 100 I'm coming with my buddies (what up) We don't mean to butt in, but there's nothing better up Pack it in forget it ya on in, buckle up Nothing but the truth, I'm you the truth Hip-hop is still alive, and I am proof And in to improve we must kill it at the root Shooting for the knees not until you see pupils Youthful of youthful exuberance Music that abuses the rules And of freedom of speech well to speak Let's see that as time build em and teach Yeah read it and weep cause reading increases your knowledge and ideas in the street college is fine, and the library's vital god is the bomb, and LeVar is my idol Crime story, mind story, autobiography, short story, story, novel, or comedy Non-fiction rythme nonsense now not an option squashed it (squashed) stop it (stop) The not has been they noddin' they noggins, and now the real start of the truth So move with the movement, movement of the tools we were born with Or you can forfeit fortunes to the less fortunate Unfortunately the poor kids are forced to form they thoughts on things formally taught to them it seems to be the least important to think and dream believing things could never get any better than this So rejecting intellect interest the internet becomes a nest of sex Best described as extra time to emphasize what mom and tried to hide Eject the desktop the Xbox And let's not stop there this head-shot and watch they head pop open and then drop to the floor keep going cause nobody said stop Our only hope is the music they listening to influencing intution ability to Recognize between right and wrong either hit or miss no intermission and intermission is on A goes on an idea to volunteer my time, my mind, my rythme defines the finer things in life decide to write a positive vibe acknowledging the might of the rhyme I am