My spiral notebook is a tool to compose

The translations of my heart and influence of the soul

My Power Source allows me not to have a typical flow

Innovate, create and reach beyond the typical goals

Following trends have never seemed to be my steelo

Switch it up, three for the money, four for the show

Mad original, and from the time the track begins and ends I'm hoping and praying

That you've been inspired to go higher then the limitations

Of shackles and chains, amazing how change is available

To anyone who makes an honest attempt

Exempt to no man, oh man, I was like, yo man

I find it ironic how all the times I flunked within the book I found the answers

To the problems, now me and the Author is tight

I rock the mic and He writes my rhymes

We make a good team don't you agree

Christ plus Othello equals emcee

Methodical styles I flip

Makin' up for lost time I spent, times I slipped

From the cup of lies I sipped, ill equipped

But now (sample: "I represent through mind, soul and body")

These false emcees will do backflips to stack chips, but never stay true to their craft

That's how I separate wheat from the chaff

I bomb like graf, super raw style for the new millennium

Got mad styles on file, but the mind is the Pentium

Processing data, it don't matter who got the phattest click

It all depends upon what you use to measure my status with

And that it's fit to be used, I see through crews who

Only concerned with who's who, not paying dues

But you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes without stumblin

Fumblin, now your whole foundation is crumblin

You tried to salvage, performing mental cryogenics

But defile the mic one time and it's sweet dreams like Annie Lennox

We're putting bits and pieces together like clouds and rainy weather

My finished product makes me wonder if its really real

I'm seeking for a place to rest my head and paint a picture

Peacefully abide in Christ, bright and happy days

Warm colors of hazel sunrays cater to daydreamings and mental replays

Of clear and distinct unforgettables

Accompanied by a few pivotal moments, elements of joy components

Make me see past all my opponents

Home alone in perfect peace, stable and meek

Meditate and daze away when thoughts become complete

Seeking to find and bust divine rhymes and smile with white teeth

I'm in my own little world (say what you do at night) I sleep

Methodical styles I flip

Makin' up for lost time I spent, times I slipped

From the cup of lies I sipped, ill equipped

But now (sample: "I represent through mind, soul and body")

We're droppin gems cut with many facets, the passage of time

Can blur the line between the subliminal and sublime

But sometimes I lie awake nights, mentally take flights

Back to the days before greed poisoned hip hop like snakebites

How can I take it back to the essence and still be progressive

How can I dispense this freely and still be possessive

How can I stay meek and humble and still be aggressive

How can I achieve harmony and still be obsessive

These are the types of near-impossible, paradoxical obstacles

That put lesser emcees in mental hospitals

Consider myself a cat that's equal to the task

Dangerous behind the mic, a havoc wreaker to the last

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast

Express joy or sorrow, but you'd rather wallow in your averageness

Decked in lavish dress, but lyrically can't pass the test

Who laughs the best when this culture dies a tragic death

Methodical styles I flip

Makin' up for lost time I spent, times I slipped

From the cup of lies I sipped, ill equipped

But now (sample: "I represent through mind, soul and body")