Lone Catalysts

Yo

I grab these microphones to live, son

Pay the rent, put food on the table

Got a roof over my head

But I take it serious

No joke



[VERSE 1: J. Sands]

Comin straight out the box, first edition, nutrition

From musicians, food for thought when you listen

I been around the atlas, countries and states

Everybody knows the Catalysts bumps, beats and breaks

The most true to life rap tactics for practise

The fact is, I tilt a nigga off his axis

The way that Sands taxes, doin his mic matches

Somethin massive, let me explain what the wrath is

Four hundred years of oppression, anger, aggression

And the anxiety of a blackman stressin

The devil keep on testin, always gotta offer his suggestions

Make it seem greater when it's less than

That's just tricknowledge

They teach you it from high school through college

So you can go out and get them dollars

It's just a game they play to see who has the fattest wallet

That's why most blacks smoke crack and most white alcoholics



[CHORUS: J. Sands]

I grab these microphones to live, son, rest in peace Big Pun

Because you know another day you're not promised to live one

Yo, the streets are hot, most blocks are like a prison

So if you're lookin for love, kid, you gots to give some

Man, these days are cold-blooded, everyone's butted

Rock jewels that stay flooded, the weak, they never cut it

Sometime I be like 'what if' but ain't a damn thing gonna change

Cause it's just part of the game



[VERSE 2: J. Sands]

Aiyo, I slap-box lyrics through mics, the smooth type

That move right into a state of mind to fight

Cause it's all ground zero, my street level bureau

We'll play this game until we master it like Ken Duro

So what's your role? My part is the aural

Sub-moral, Lone Catalysts remain plural

I'm like ???? headin out to ????

Maryland, in a caravan to a rural

Spot to make a drop-off, that's how I hustle my raps to prosper

Cause MC's disappear like Jimmy Hoffa

The hungriest cats are at the crib writin this very minute

They see the pennant and wanna win it

That's how styles get invented

Y'all new jack timid frontin-ass niggas rhymes be rented

I got no respect for y'all, y'all probably be the next to fall

You wanna bang, kid, should be waitin for the ref to call

A time-out, so you can find out

Any possible way to exit this rhyme bout



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: J. Sands]

Okay now let me get back to the session at hand

My DJ's name is Jason Rawls, I don't need no band

Yo, I travel across the land, microphone in hand

Do some dates out west so I can work on my tan

I guess it's just the rap life

Y'all know who y'all niggas act like?

Quick to blaze the bag pipe and talk about the last night

Some are real grimey muthafuckas up in the fast life

Don't give a damn about rap cause they're stresin the crack price

(And grip the Mack tight) Some niggas frail like a glass pipe

With more bodyguards than Bill Clinton around they ass, type

To walk the streets at night carryin a flashlight

Some are players grabbin all the mamis on they ass tight

Bust it, some smoke weed, get skeed, hashis

Dust and ecstacy, shrooms and drink ??booze??

For all my rappin niggas, I hope we link soon

Get yours, I'm gettin mine, cause it's about time



[CHORUS]



A life...



Yo, I wanna give a shoutout to everybody in hip-hop who couldn't be here

Yo, Big Pun

Freaky Tah

Big L

Scott La Rock

Trouble T Roy

MC Trouble

Keith Cowboy

Peace

We miss you