(feat. Talib Kweli, Rubix)



[VERSE 1: J. Sands]

Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type shit we be on

When we on inside a cassette deck of your Neon

Or in your Navigator whippin with the CD on

Lone Catalysts, rockin to the break d-awn

Make a sucker new jack be gone

He kick his shit, I be like: Yo, you puttin me on?

You wanna battle? Out to Rawls: pick me a beat to freak on

Somethin with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on

The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on

Up in the kitchen, then you'll delisc' on

Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishin

No look like Ron Strickland

Make the average MC contemplate, just sittin

Down, the wax spin like merry-go-round

While I format the verbs and nouns through underground

Now what you're lookin for you have found

So now bump to the sound properly laid and mixed down

By no other than my brother, although from different mother

J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover

The sound makes you bounce like flubber, Ludacris, Danny Glover

_Lethal Weapon_, so while you're checkin



[CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)]

Due process, payin these dues, battlin crews

At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment

Seeing eye for the blind

Through the darkness of the industry we ministry



[VERSE 2: Talib Kweli]

I go on like etcetera

And blast my way out the plethora of replicas

Cats steady actin extra

And they parts is non-speakin

My skills go without and beyond speakin

Address your congregation like a deacon

Seekin converts, my convo is a honour and a pleasure

You seein me is like Geraldo seein Al Capone's treasure

You the don of mediocraty, I'm the indispensable hero of hiphoprisy

Stoppin your flow like bureaucracy

Due process, you got blessed by the best of the population

Word to Black Shawn, I ( ? ) your whole operation

And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest

You see Talib Kweli when you look up the illest in the thesaurus

I'm the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering

To make my handlin more smooth than aloe and lanolin

"Manifesto"-spittin, my stiletto's hittin

On a ghetto mission to keep it fabulous like a Lone Catalysts composition



[CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)]



[VERSE 3: Rubix]

On a level of metaphors with lies life seems to depreciate

Like automobiles submit its original state

I'm into brothers with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit

Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute

Cerebral engine is infinite

Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance

The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds

Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin

I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge

A tank full filled with lessons

My temperature guage measures all of the blessings

For the miles I'm stretchin

Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list

Cause us to be the Catalysts

Of a new era, correctin errors

Learn to love it or leave it alone

Recitin these Nubian poems

From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows



[CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)]