Counting heads as I enter the room 
Straight check the ration, but it's cool, it's cool 
I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state 
Until the consequence fades away 
A shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn Brooks 
She kicks the poetry, I add the hooks 
We're here together to send a message 
That not too much has changed, bring it in 
Word, I grip the microphone, pass from the left 
I want the bass up so I can feel it in my chest 
Dig this accusation, not a brand new thought 
Just to finer point in life that can't be taught 
I got to focus on my attention on the real thing 
Never realizing till it passes what it is, what it could be 
Janis says get it while you can and this is true 
Cause it may not be tomorrow but we die soon 
We die soon 
I'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straight 
So I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulate 
Rhymes, ideas, like a lit J 
Passed around, found people got vices these days 
You can shoot H in the veins or popping pills 
But on the microphone I'm executing mad skills 
I can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truth 
Because it may not be tomorrow but we die soon 
Cruising listening to smooth jazz 
Realizing lost my passion pazzazz for life 
I'm under pressure and I'm not sure 
But it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisure 
Live it up, give it up, life's unpredictable 
Gotta make sure not a second is dull 
The throw down, the show down at high noon 
It may not be this minute we die soon, lid