On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
 I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
 Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
 That's your lady  I used to run up in her and G weed from her
 It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
 At times my going forward seems like retreat
 As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
 Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
 There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
 Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin freedom on pages
 My third eye is like pink eye, seemin contagious
 Redeemin the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
 I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
 Don't give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can't honor
 It ain't that you sellin, it's your karma
 Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
 Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
 The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
 Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
 My mind of flow is like motor key 20
 Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
 Hollerin at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
 Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
 As he described how the bucks hit him
 And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
 This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin
 I said it's here
 It's here(echoed