I Was Here

Here, here

Here, here

Picture a carriage carried

By horses, a parish for the poorest

Where Catholics are morish for the devil's work

Heaven on Earth's a state of mind

I left my key in the bike spokes; you fighting with your folks, you can stay at mine

The theatre in my mind is aligned

With the Divine Creator, we signed a deal

At eighteen, like, "Yeah, this time's for the paper"

Went back to slanging less than eighteen months later

The teenage goon box to running on rooftops

Two runts from the 'burbs but life was hardly The Boondocks

More like linoleum and a boombox

At Town Hall Steps, the wrong step, that's your tooth lost

Back in my city, we celebrate mediocrity

And deter the ambitious, it kind of feel like the youth's lost

If you diss me, around my neck is a loose knot

If I diss you, I won't stop till the noose pop

New newsflash said queue the propaganda

My crew would rather keep it frank like Papa Costanza

And get it poppin' with the stanzas

A million and one questions and not a single motherfucking answer

I stands for the people at home

Holding their head above water and deep in the zone

Ear to the phone, the baby's crying

Walk in my shoes, you'll be crazy as I am

I never carried iron but since sixteen, I've been keeping the chrome

Damn, I need a moment

Alone with the listener your pyramid or top three

Ain't Trem, Delta or me then you should be balling the list up

MADIDEA classic, a rap motion picture

My latest piece is like the Mona Lisa, in fact

A couple new cats is steady on the move, but too soon

To include, still got a lot more to prove

Let's see what you do, as far as us, fifteen-plus

And I'm war-ready, born after Y2K, you can all get it

It ain't a conversation anymore, just call medics

I've been charged up since hitting the store for credit

The pen knows where to go 'cause it's all kinetic

Bury you all then run it back to the morgue for seconds

We done way more for less than

The seventh letter, the second testament

Met the final iteration of the Gospel, hostile

Foundations, they found him in the basement

Blue in the face with my tape and a cake in his nostril

The crowd raise hand like a Pentecostal

And you're crucified if my pen done crossed you

Word to Janet, I burn till I'm heard 'round the planet

I return on the third to etch my name in granite

I was here, the rhymin' Osiris here

As the pen prophecy that the time is near

Yeah, yeah

One time for your mind

I left a jewel for you to find

Why do we stoop so low?

Lalalalalalala

Rewind, go back in time

I read it all to redefine

The things that we think we know

You think you know, we think we know

One time for your mind

I left a jewel for you to find

Why do we stoop so low?

Lalalalalalala

Rewind, go back in time

I read it all to redefine

The things that we think we know

Yeah, yeah, my word

Y'all gotta understand

You're dealing with a different beast right now

Different echelon of rhymer

Yeah

We've been in the game fifteen years and we're war-ready

You hear it in my voice

This ain't your average run-of-the-mill shit

Overnighters, nah

We do all styles, all city

We got classic albums, baby

Y'all can't fuck with us

You can't fuck with us

Just like my man Lupi say

"Nobody ever thinks about the exit strategy"

Y'all in the game and y'all look lost as hell

Follow my lead, young'un

Let's see who's going to be around for the next fifteen

I hand y'all the baton

Yeah

Y'all sound like you going to be here for fifteen months and that's about it

Second album on the way

Uh, J