[Verse 1: ]
Hip-hop is like a second nature
Ever since utensils and papers
Skills was never rated over dollar signs and money makers
Players to player haters, hip-hop was never negative
Battling competitive, forget drugs and spitting led to live
In the rap game, yo underline this, the rap game
Brothers converted to the crack game
Actual facts change
[?] into a cat's game
Nobody excels without showing skills
Instead of [?] to sex sells
The culture should never be taken over with
Limited objects
The mind is infinite
With context, high class to projects
No limitation
No matter what landscape you're placed in
Problem you're facing from smooth to sticky situations
I strive to move to the high rise, using my gift
Keep knowledge to lift me
Above the clouds with God with me
Hip-hop is non stop the train of thought
There's locomotive on tracks
Authors promoting lyrics forever be quoted
[Verse 2: ]
Since my early ages
I gain wisdom from the ancients
Learn the science of life and mathematics of mic's through patience
I'm concentrating on the rules and regulations
That makes our moves obligations
Smooth in the grooves that's laid in the foundation
My thoughts are racing
I'm chasing for some sort of explanation
To why these illusions causing mass confusion across the nation
Why weed?, for concentration, why drink?, for relaxation
The spiritual conscious could make me slip into a worldly meditation
This track has been created from those that don't represent the essence
These ignorant MC's who's mic's project unintelligence
They roll with fellowships and do this ish for presidents
What happened to exercising the right for rocking the mic with negligence?
It's one thing to dress up for good impressions and being proud of your sexuality
Another bragging and flashing, making records pornographically
I hate to diss my reality
Can't stand that we live fallacies
And it seems the media helps the government control our mentality
I'm battling for respect
When I check it's to get the mic wet
So if you not in this contest don't step unless you placing a bet
Because the best that it get is what we bring to the game
Rocking some sweats and kicks, athletically trained
I want the fortune and fame but that ain't what makes you hip-hop
You use the art to make money while I make money through the art
I do it from the heart and you're tape get no support in my deck
These wack one's going platinum there'll be no more of that
[Hook]
What's the use of a dictionary, speak from the heart
Or claim you're hardcore when you act too weak for the part
Why do cats smack hoes and spit game that's senseless
When you can lay back, drop facts and gain [?]
So for the love of hip hop we keep our eyes to the sky
This is the music that we're choosing to express what's inside
The way we're dropping hip-hop is like a natural high
Just like beats, rhymes and life is hip-hop until we die
[Verse 3: ]
It ain't about lyrics no more
And it's not about beats
These cats can feed you garbage and you'll eat it all week
No regard for something unique
The real never get love
Cause you ain't heard us on the radio or seen us in the club
Hungry out to get fed, yo the starving thoroughbred got a
Craving for soul food but swallow words instead
The college crowd throw parties, communicate through downing kegs
If you stopped dimming your wit you could illuminate your head
Assuming nature's dead
And man only exists
When disaster strikes, you can't escape by downing fifths
The blind can see the righteous and grip hard with arthritis
So why is it so hard for you to become a quality writer?
All of these biters got tracks in my food web calling me "Spider"
So I eat an MC, figure that's what the god provide us
I became an MC to express what's all inside us
And I'll stay an MC till I become one of the livest
[Verse 4: Invincible]
The elements are universal
So now everybody's writing rhymes
But they're so far removed from where it started they hypothesize
Emulate it and simulate what mics is replicas
All over opinionated like a letter to the editor
A plethora of who America considers predators
Don't take us serious like Debbie Gibson, "Call me Deborah."
At a press conference
Take us out of context
Saying it spreads violence
We just trying to show ya how to rhyme fresh
Some seeking wealth and fortune through shameless self promotion
Politic to get your get up out your ghetto scholarship
I've got a high tolerance, it's all a part of it
So pardon us if we come across as narcissists
With attention span
It's all protected when we enter jams
Skeptics trying to get up on the guest list, no one's set to dance
Arms crossed, knapsack like a runaway
Mostly underage, oh well that's the bar's loss
It's hard to get a club space to house hip-hop crowds
We might as well cover our mouths with duct tape
Well I'ma rip it off and open up the flood gates
My take on this is love/hate
And I pray we never fade away like music on the dub plates
[Hook]
