[Intro: One.Be.Lo]

[Beatboxing] Aight, I'm ready

How y'all doin out there?

What's goin on?

Yo, check this out



[Verse 1]

November 7th, 1976, now that's life

Believe I was born to rock a mic (believe it)

If seein is believin, my rhymes is outta sight

I headbutt the mic, one bite could stop the fight

But not tonight, logo the whole twelve, strike!

Then everything changed like a Cinderell' night

I used to freestyle, now I'm jail cell tight

You cats livin lies, seven slide into hell twice

The real mic, rhyme Christ, what is you deaf?

I already told your blind ass thrice like blind mice

But the +Price was Right+, and you was in the limelight

Now every other word you say is wine or ice

What the hell you gon' do when the truth comes to surface

and all your fans recognize fools' gold is worthless?

..



[Chorus]

Anybody, can think of a dope punchline

Anybody, can make three syllables rhyme

Anybody, can flow for a long ass time

But how many cats you know can feed the mind?



[Verse 2]

Now who got skills is the real question?

I teach these wack MC's a real lesson

I draw the crowd like concealed weapons

That's why they feel threatened, I kill seven

MC's that thought I need the weed to spark an ill session

Been writin rhymes since the age of ill-leven

Now I'm super-varsity, pardon me, your skill's freshman

Your style's no match like Jada and Will "Fresh Prince"

Before One.Be.Lo, hip hop was ill-destined

This industry fulla Uncle Toms, dickheads, Dirty Harrys

Technical revolutionaries with big vocabularies

Legendary, makin majors millions in monetary

But check it, that money that's only momentary..



Who's the master? My mentality is plantation

Lyrically +Proclaim+ to be wack-free, +Emancipation+

The “honest” president, how I represent, how benevolent

Now or never kid, we promise Harriet (promise)

The land of the chosen few

Poetry in motion in the ocean, split it open

you know how Moses do

See, my plan's goin through long and overdue

Sleepin on my crew (wake up) wake up and smell the Folgers brew

My rap photo shoot, snap Polaroids

Represent hip hop like Matlock, you just a court appoint

Stayin true, I hold mics, that the Lord anoint

Hungry for mil's/meals but won't fork it if I know it oinks..



And the name of this jam is..



[Chorus]