I wanna be able to reach an MC And reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell...
I wanna be able to reach an MC And reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell We might as well bridge these gaps In all before we fall in the fire It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it Profess mic techniques illegit Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded In their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) I use my music implemented with jewels import tools To inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school Cause they don't see the conspiracy That's put here to trap you and me Y'all know the battle lieutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- Ary and very necessary to shine Legendarily, heavily refined Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage Which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it Like raffle ticket pick And if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking I got this Ital mad up close and personal The first I find to violate, I shall retaliate With realisms for their whole local We on point like decimal Abstract now MCin while I'm breathingmcin is believing That you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony In fact, it's very therapeutic Like B12 hypodermic needle so shoot it Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit Most wicked seven digit mic wizard my tongue lashes out and strikes with it Just slightly might miss it When I blast through your section or district [Chorus] In my formitive by my peers I was influenced Until the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense Of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do since I'm on another lev. Brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev. But they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long term Cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn Probably, timelessly I construct the firesome To rip your eardrum for many years to come Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise So hard it's a wonder y'all alive And still breathin', n***az is dead and not even Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' They cold actin' like heathens When mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up Like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up Fantasizin' about the illest stick up But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed On stage you won't need your tef. vest Only a mic with and a mic test And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess That they can relate With the trials you tribulate Or the pains you endure Cause some cats is pure Tell horrors that are true but see cats like you Y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo The tear jerker You be that miracle worker Whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out Or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played We 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades
writers: FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / COLLINS, TARIK L. / GRAY, JIMMY / THOMPSON, AHMIR K. / HUBBARD, LEONARD N.
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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