Born to be the soul controller of the universe
 Besides the part of the map I hit first
 Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst
 The rough gets going, the going gets rough
 When I start flowing, the mic might bust
 The next state, I shake from the power I generate
 People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
 So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
 But it seems like I'm locked in hell
 Looking over the edge but the R never fell
 A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip
 Stand on my own two feet and come equip
 Any stage I'm seen on, a mic I fiend on
 I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
 Going for self wit a long way to go
 So much to say but I still flow slow
 I come correct and I won't look back
 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
 Even the (ghetto)

 I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
 And return through the womb of the world as a thought
 Thinking how hard it was to be born
 Me being queen wit no physical form
 Millions have settled wit one destination
 To reach the best part, it's life creation
 9 months later, a job well done
 Make way, 'cause here I come
 Since I made it this far, I can't stop now
 There's a will and a way and I got to know how
 To be all I can be and more
 And see all there is to see before
 Called and go back to the essence
 It's alot to learn so I study my lessons
 I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
 I'm glad I listen when my father was rapping to me
 'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
 Exile from the original man, a straight way
 Now that's what I call hard times
 I rather be here to exercise the mind
 Then I take a thought around the world twice
 >From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
 Across the desert, that's how to store a radiant
 But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asiant
 REaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina
 Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a
 Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after I
 Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
 Return the thought through the eye of a needle
 For miles I thought and I just fought the people
 Under the dark skies on a dark side
 Not only there but right here's an apartheid
 So now is the time for us to react
 Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
 Understand you're third eye seen all of that
 It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
 Even the (ghetto)
 Even the (ghetto)

 No more props, I want property
 In every borough, nobody's stopping me
 Because I'm thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own
 Wherever I bless a microphone
 007 is back and relaxing
 On poignant reacting and ready for action
 I'm so low key that you might not see me
 Incognito and taking it easy
 Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush
 In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush
 Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
 Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down
 So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
 'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic
 I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending
 So many solos, there is no ending
 People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
 >From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
 Footprints remain on stage ever since
 As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents
 When I had sex, I left my name on necks
 My trademark was left throughout the projects
 I used to get rich when I played celo
 When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
 So I collect my cash then slide
 I got my back, my gun's on my side
 It shouldn't have to be like that
 I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
 Even the (ghetto)
 I'm from the (ghetto)
 Word up, peace