We lyrically rich, listed, spiritually fit
 Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy
 In God's eyes I'm wealthy
 Felt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lights
 Time traveled with dissipating on battles my brethren fight
 For birth rights they already got, and shouldn't have to get
 Break down the steady plot that's accurate
 Bust the shots that's immaculate
 Take it to your nugget cause my beloveds covet they freedom
 Believe it put nothing above it loving to leave it
 We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill
 Like sharks keep it grooving we could never be still
 Swimming in the channel of life
 The orators of rhymes handling mics
 Tiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelights
 Everlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cash
 Flashing passes for classes of the third past then blast it
 Makaveli 4, I'm betting on brothers who have nothing to live for
 To give more to the struggle, they already at war
 So much on my mind I just can't recline
 Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine
 Breathe in, Breathe out
 Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
 I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
 (Mos Def)
 I push my pen and wrote this scribe
 Like the morning wouldn't find me alive
 I'm surrounded on all sides
 By the kind in the pool, wise men and the fool
 Young guns in tennis school get no glasses and glue
 Get yours, get it right
 Get down, get paid, get ass, get around
 Get on, get fly, get jig and get high
 Live to get and you'll only end up getting by
 When the nighttime covers the city like a coat
 I approach and assemble my host
 Enter nosed? caught asleep in the city that don't
 Cause I won't that you rest noises on your doorstep
 Dump the stress
 Police the park, mam, raise the park bench on nonsense
 Cause they fail to see the brothers' conference
 Regardless we bond tight and we rumble all day to break night
 Daylight why we living to death, you ain't right
 The same fight about my nighttime habits is mad static
 But the city's just so alive that I just got to have it
 The planet of Brook-LAWN is what I look on
 Ghetto chef rock your vest while you getting your cook on
 Dedicating this song to Scott LaRock, Big and pop
 Call ?Nature Ray?, Betty Carter and John Henry CLark
 Romp around and freedom fights going down
 You set the pace, now you finish the race
 It's on now
 So much on my mind I just can't recline
 Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine
 Breathe in, Breathe out
 Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
 I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
 (Bridge)
 Don't get too close because you might get shot (2X)
 (Black Thought)
 One's for the treble, two's for the bass
 Up in your face, just taking up space
 On the case like Blodrack?, drugs like Prozac
 Flavor and you know dat kid that shit's so fat
 Downlo devious, previous mischevious
 Looking like a feeling, here to make a killing
 Appealing to the hiphop crowd rowdy loud
 RahRahRah and harrass pay me cash
 A late night excursion looking and listening
 To scenes I be fitting in the rhyme that I'm getting in
 Finishing the job I'm total asset pass it
 My eyes so red that broke bread I pack nuff lead
 This is how I want it part of the storm
 So when I 8 for the dome then blow the spot is blown
 Do you understand it the mic, yo, I demanded
 Riffing, it doesn't make a difference
 Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X)
 Is it real, huh? Is it really is that buddha
 In the philly, I let the smoke influenced me to laught at jokes
 When I'm writing down the hot on paper
 So I create beats to trigger up my flamer
 Then I commence to set it off with a sentence
 "Whack emcees keep your distance"
 Instantly just like a bomb of the mic is in my palm
 I do harm but coolly calm with the firearms
 Dangerous flavorous
 Lyrically miracle street life material
 Kept up in the stereo so here we go for niggas know what's up
 Oh yeah, the hardcore shit
 Making chumps forfeit
 Walking on you, stepping on you just like a doormat
 Check the format, definitely all that
 The extreme dopest getting focus
 Now I'm gonna spark this, now I'm gonna smoke this
 Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X