I held it all in, not to let it crack the grid of emotion

Notion to censor the feeling, I was going in circles

Working my daily operation, I'm perkin on inspiration

Nation underground in nature, I'm patient, well anyway

he got my rhyme vessel, movin products down the block

to the universe, I'm cursed, takin life, from the kingpins

And send them to labs, they products can't measure

to the uncut, incredible, Living Legends

Settle for less BITCH and sellin it, from mic dreams of pipe dreams

I feeds it like graffiti and bomb, your train of thought

Kaveo in stereo, systems and Walkmans

And shake down impostors, groupies, and hype man

So cool as a resident, evidence of a paragraph evident

I was sent you perceive that's the facts

Transmission is complete now I'm back (.. I'm back .. I'm back ..)



Artists like Motown, underground sound providing sound

that ride us over time (forever) lyrics shine

Spirits climb (forever) out depression

No stressin, everyday's a blessing

State the facts on tracks, I'm not no mack I'm young black and gifted

Sifted, out the soil, royal

Ignorance has no significance in life

Ripe in the sun, Californian born in Oakland

Hard-spoken gentlemen, Journeymen, Mystik twist it

Emcees come wack, like _Anaconda_, snakes who bomb us

Doin the mambo with the devil, once signed, in stone they level

Rebel soul defeats goal beyond.. small talk, moonwalk

on jealousy, they will see, destiny

Survivors analyze this on, philosophy, PSC'n and.. Sunspot

Emcees rockin any hip-hop function, luncheon

Around the world and it, goes on.. and it, goes on..

And it, and it and it and it ah, AH-AH!  Hah hah!

(Uh-ah!)  Ah-ah, AH-AH!