[VERSE 1: J. Sands]

If hip hop was a crime, I'd be a felon, sellin

To all the conscious dope addicts, tragic, gotta have it

Get no static, rhymes get ripped automatic

Spray you from your feet to your cabbage

Lyrically hit you with the spiritual, infrared won't miss

Police lookin for the Catalyst

Hah, usually on the blocks in your neighborhood

When the flavor's good clientele's humunguous

Pittsburgh, Columbus

And all the other cities in the USA

Networkin, soon to be worldwide for certain

I know it's hurtin, competition creatin envy

Sure they wanna end me when they see me in a Benzi

Throw salt in my game, in my face act friendly

That's why I play em close till they ass get ghost

Ain't no love lost here, crampin my poster'

This game is cutthroat, so I'ma aim at the utmost

Spot, not knowing if I'm gonna get caught

Be up in heaven, openin for Big and Tupac

But that's the nature of it, some live, some kick the bucket

I'd be a damn fool not to love it

Right?



[CHORUS x2]

Imagine that, if hip hop was a crime

Would you stick and move, would you sell dimes?

Or would you switch sides and play the role of po nine

Blockin me from the go line

Preventin me from gettin mine



[J. Sands]

Everything is kosher, slayin punk MC's with my toaster

Itchy finger on trigger got my rep bigger

You should see em shiver knowin down deep I deliver

Bulls eye, direct hit with hollow tip lyric

Like the bully of the block all the kids fear it

J. Sands is untouchable, how you hear it

Echo wind through the hallways where I be all days

Hustlin, ain't no small plate cause niggas always

Wanna plot against the local cat with props

Makin it harder to set up my shop upon the block

Like a martyr I be in this war until I drop

But if it ain't the haters it's the goddamn cops

Stressin me, just so they can get some cream off the top

Testin me, so now I gotta scheme, call the team

Dante, [Name], J. Rawls and Raheem

The ill syndicate, quick to light up the scene

No prints, squeaky clean, toss the heat in the stream

Rendez-vous somewhere serene around 12:15

See, if you don't hold it down, no one will hold it for ya

So be sure to have a alibi plus a good lawyer



[CHORUS x2]



[J. Sands]

See, niggas know my status, ghetto celeb' kingpin

A hip hop's fiend friend who always seen in

The fly b-boy attire receivin

Praises from the holiest to the heathens

It's all good cause what I provide is pleasin

Comfortable, something your mind can ease in

One try, then you find out the reason

Why I got addicts for every season

Summer, spring, winter, fall and even

Leap years, you want that shit, then peep here

You need $10 and some change for the exchange

Then you'll have the ill sounds pumpin in your range

Or your walkman, head bouncin type strange

That's when you start to realize that your life is rearranged

Don't go to work no more cause all you want is the pure

Hip hop from the MC connoisseur

So now you on missions headed to the record store

Cop the product and beam up like never before

Now you're hooked for life and there's no escapin us

Cause one hit was too many, a million not enough



[CHORUS x2]