(Page One)

As I affect and shape the landscape

To represent is my only mandate, no conspiracy theory can break

This bond of fellowship, whether ruckus or on the mellow tip

They marvel at how Nickels, Page One and Othello rip

Through original psalms and proverbs in written form

Heads get split and torn, is it me or is it gettin warm?

This cord of three strands will not be quickly broken

Gettin you strictly open with jewels of truth lyrically spoken

Yo, this is real, you can't call time out

Or stop the ride so we can all climb out

This is real, just give me something I can feel

You can be innovative without havin to try and reinvent the wheel

Or scrape the bottom of the barrel speaking on your apparel

How can you bring a vision to fruition if you're sterile

Though not for lack of testosterone, conceptually you're in a foster home

Forming a new persona 'cause you lost your own

Like some critical parasitical entity

Overtaking your system and assuming your identity

The only message sent to me is one of hopelessness

And it don't take a photograph to show me where your focus is

You (you) don't (don't) want (want) any (any)

Take it to the levels of subterranean jetties

We came with the complexity but the world wasn't ready

Christ in hip hop, rock it nonstop (repeat)

(Othello)

I'm nowhere near a veteran

Though I've spent many nights staying up late like Letterman

Assembling something to sink in deep like sediment, rebel like Tienemen

Up against the ungenuine, creatively impotent gentlemen

Synchronized in the unified mind of the trio

Pass it up as a placebo while you lay in a fetal

Position, wishing to find your niche in life

Even if it means just to fit inside

Of a loosely knitted net only to capture your regrets

And let go of all of your dreams, promised never kept

'Cause one slipped, tripped, fell into a ditch

Unequally hitched, influence of your association sticks

And the only reason why I'm capable to rip

Is 'cause God gives the gift and the fellowship

To stay spiritually lifted, now I'm lifting up my fist in victory

Kissing my complacency history, thanks for listening (repeat )

(Nickels)

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed

I have the Holy Spirit power

The die is cast and I've stepped over the line

The decision has been made, I'm a disciple of His

I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still

My past is redeemed

My present makes sense and my future is secure

I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning

Smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions

Mundane talking, chintzy giving and dwarfed goals

I no longer need preeminence

Postition, promotions, plaudits or popularity

I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized

Praised, regarded or rewarded

I now live presence and I lean by faith

And I labor by power, I labor by power