Ours is a better gift  not to be bragging nor lolligagging
 I can see dimensions of sound and light around my mic
 Transmitting lyrics like teletype
 Reacting to a beat in a whisper
 And like a transistor  I'm sounding dope when I'm crisper
 The shortest length between two points is a straight line
 I've gotta take mine  I heard it through the grapevine
 that some can't find hype lines (hype lines...)
 And so I'm smothering, over my prey I am hovering
 Suckers I'm shoving at the same time covering
 you with the blanket of some language that's distinguished
 How swift can I get? You ask and I'll tell
 For I can excel real well like a gazelle
 Past your head, I'm grabbin abstract thought
 Like some gain glory, while others get no part
 I feel for the hurt ones, the victims of wrong deeds
 Awareness is key, our people have strong needs
 Science, math, history theology
 Philosophy psychology english and biology
 Et cetera, and all of these have a purpose
 But genocide makes me nervous
 So many questions, many opinions to mention
 And damn (damn...) this jam's beyond comprehension
 Like planets in orbit, we ride the life cycle
 Some take a rifle on the street cause it seems neat
 Whatever turns you on I guess, that's why vests are in season
 I'll do my show then I'm leavin
 I'd rather be blastin dope sounds on the other side of town
 than be there when they close the place down
 But anyway, everyday, there's another way
 for a person to just flip, so a brother may
 simply go buckwild, get crazy and mad
 I know the struggle my father had
 Poetry it comes from within, and will always win
 Hold captive bodies from end to end
 And at a party, I'll survey then slay with the quickness
 Displaying the fitness
 Easing the mind and relieving the tension
 And singing my own song... that's beyond comprehension