[scratching of]

(Listen! Listen! Listen!)

(We ask now)

(We ask now)

(We ask you)

(We ask you)

(Now listen)

(Now listen)



(Parties... where we get together and do our thing)



[VERSE 1: Laquan]

Feel the rhythm as the paragraphs coincide

The vocab will multiply, the mission is do-or-die

Principles classify, the concept will clarify

I speak fact cause only fact will justify

Thus travel distance, it's time that we rinse this

Stereotype hype right out of life sight

Drums pulsate, brains vibrate

Level is first rate, proceed to elevate

Samples enhanced, audience entranced

Now it's my turn but every man has a chance

Evil will never drive, God helps those who strive

Fire and brimstone dwells in the inside

Truth is in front of you 

You're blind but it's huntin you

Speakin with strong verbs, readin the proverbs

Wake up at once, resurrection has come

Hear the trumpet of Gabriel and the notes of a native son



[CHORUS x2]

I'm your native son

(Native son)

I'm your native son

I am your native son

(Hear the notes of a native son)

I'm your native son



[VERSE 2: Laquan]

Panic, rhythmatic, dope addict

Words flow automatic, sticks like static

Frozen and freeze dried, the poems are like pitfalls

This blackman will stand tall, I'm firm as a brickwall

Just a portion can sting like a scorpion

Hurt like a heart attack, ride it like Amtrak

My spiritual insight will take to extreme height

Cause I'm livin life right, palmin the mic tight

Brothers have tried this but they didn't swing it right

Method of a renegade, keepin it airtight

I thank woman for breedin the black seed

Then let the verses roll like a tumbleweed

I give pain like a migraine

Releasin my best and when done leave a bloodstain

Glorify God cause there's only one

Hear the notes of a native son



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: Laquan]

Opponents approach and I post my position

Listen for the word then proceed with the mission

Paragraphs float, phrases stunt growth

State is a dungeon, vocal chord is a death rope

Words are vehicles riding on sound

Drums leave you numb, the pound can put a crack in the ground

Pressure released performin a stronghold

Maximum thrust - working towards overload

Peace Productions, the beat thy're providin me

Anger is inside of me, anxiety drives me

But I release my steam on a track, black

Instead of killin a brother, nah, never that

To this I'm loyal, I shine like tin foil

You're soft as soil, the microphone'll boil

Pause but not fall, we ain't havin no flaws

My tongue is my metal, Lett hands are like chainsaws

Words can move mountains, pourin like a fountain

Clockin crazy dollars, countin and countin

Drop to my knees and repent for my sins

Peace to my friends, no rest till it ends

L-a, q-u, a-n solo, one

Yeah, notes of a native son



[CHORUS]



(Native son)



(Native son)



I am your native

(Native son)

I am your native

(Native son)

I am your native

(Hear the notes of a native son)

I am your native

I am your native

I am your native

[fade]