Rely on same information but my ears don't bleed
Wait for flood waters to recede before we stampede
Live by a**assin's creed transposed to soul of MC
Hands fold and bend knees,
Actions seem empty, hollow gesture, remain secular
Speculation of demise tries my patience
Like Whiteboys in Bucktown concerned with race relations
People just swoll' wit all that rent you raisin'
Been 10 years since I spoke of .44 casings
The way time evaporates is just amazing.
Await a new dawn son, but without childish eyes
Expect reality so perhaps we won't shine
Rub away the grit we still covered in grime
Just past my 3rd deck, I'm hittin' my stride
If it's true what Nas said then we here to revive
What I spit is HipHop, not yours to decide.
While you're writting your blog, I'm straight chillin' outside
What you see as crime, Just a means to survive
What you read up in books, I learn from crooks that confide
Original thought is one not derived
Idea of being real is you don't run and hide
Know your role when you speak
I'm the Griot and the Scribe.
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(2x)
No Time to reminisce, would rather resurrect respect for this artform we bless
We viewed as useless, wicked concept I refuse to accept.
Lies used to keep us in check and separate, succumb to intellect of this learned vagrant.
Make direct statements reflect your own hatred
Little held sacred, life took as payment.
I break it down for the laymen.
It's the same dream we chasing, same breath we wasting.
We tend to lock horns but son we all poor
A Black President don't ensure the sun shine.
A rich President represent his own kind.
As it stand now, the blind lead the blind
Deconstruct what you fed, formulate, redefine.
It's our nature to resist, to confront, redesign, be it beats of these rhymes.
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(2x)
(Cuts)
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(4x)
Wait for flood waters to recede before we stampede
Live by a**assin's creed transposed to soul of MC
Hands fold and bend knees,
Actions seem empty, hollow gesture, remain secular
Speculation of demise tries my patience
Like Whiteboys in Bucktown concerned with race relations
People just swoll' wit all that rent you raisin'
Been 10 years since I spoke of .44 casings
The way time evaporates is just amazing.
Await a new dawn son, but without childish eyes
Expect reality so perhaps we won't shine
Rub away the grit we still covered in grime
Just past my 3rd deck, I'm hittin' my stride
If it's true what Nas said then we here to revive
What I spit is HipHop, not yours to decide.
While you're writting your blog, I'm straight chillin' outside
What you see as crime, Just a means to survive
What you read up in books, I learn from crooks that confide
Original thought is one not derived
Idea of being real is you don't run and hide
Know your role when you speak
I'm the Griot and the Scribe.
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(2x)
No Time to reminisce, would rather resurrect respect for this artform we bless
We viewed as useless, wicked concept I refuse to accept.
Lies used to keep us in check and separate, succumb to intellect of this learned vagrant.
Make direct statements reflect your own hatred
Little held sacred, life took as payment.
I break it down for the laymen.
It's the same dream we chasing, same breath we wasting.
We tend to lock horns but son we all poor
A Black President don't ensure the sun shine.
A rich President represent his own kind.
As it stand now, the blind lead the blind
Deconstruct what you fed, formulate, redefine.
It's our nature to resist, to confront, redesign, be it beats of these rhymes.
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(2x)
(Cuts)
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(4x)