Who got the
Nerve ta, right some shit that you can swerve ta over
Tracks so phat there nick named Big Bertha.? It’s
Probably the kid that half your crew has never heard of. Who’s
Mind travels further, than pussy drugs and murder. So
When you play the role of the Timeless inserter, I’m
Sorry if your eighty five and you would have preferred a,
Album full of ignorance, that places an experience
Before the reasons why for the sake of soundin’ fly. But
I, grade your Style without the curve, cause you don’t deserve
Ta, receive a grade that might let you build up the nerve ta,
Bite the rhyme that feeds you and needs you to listen. My
Words are filled with crystal clear wisdom so they glisten. And
I fill in the blanks for all the answers that your missing. I’m
Rolling with a mongoose, cause snakes are steady hissin’ to
Expose my flaws like salt in sores. Since they
Cannot be reformed I simply kill’em by the fours. I'm the
Reason why this fluid is secreting though your pores and your
Spinal chord won1t let your fingers press pause. My
Concepts lurk in the depths just like Jaws. A
Predator of carnivores, terrorizing herbivores.
So in other words. Naw, fuck the explanation. See,
That’s what the rewind’s for so be patient. Cause
This is the direction that my pen should be draggin’, to
Transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons.
J-LIVE WITH A MIC IS LIKE A CHEF WITH A
BLADE. NO DOUBT, MAN I’LL CUT YA LIKE LUMBER
REPEAT
You see
Somewhere in between the old school and the new school, a
Master of the next school, came to teach the now school. Cause
Business class was steady playing old tricks on new fools. So
Everybody rocks jewels but can’t nobody drop jewels.
One track minded, blinded, thinking only pops cool.
Supply and demand rules, replaced by A&R rules. This
Scholar of the next school, he wasn’t trying to hear that. So
Principles and teachers abroad began to fear that, if
This guy makes an impact on the students that we played they’ll
End up having way too much control over their grades. See
Grades will equal status for power so just like college, they’re
So caught up in letter grades they skip the fuckin’ knowledge. See
That’s how music power shifts from listener to maker. And
That’s why music maker shifts from listener to faker. So
When the listener, graduates to be an artist. He’s
Still enslaved by the principles because they’re heartless. See
First they make you imitate another man’s skill.
Now you use your power for another man’s will.
Move the crowd’s mental and they tell you sit still.
Move the crowd’s pocket instead to get the bread. Yeah that’s
What the students gathered from what the principle said. They
Make you think the world bleeds green instead of red. But
Class is in session now so now that shit is dead. I’m
Comin’ through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head.
REFRAIN
“Wait a
Minute what the fuck does choppin’ trees have to do with
Culinary?”. That’s the spirit kid analyze the lyrics, from the
Moment that you hear it see cause most don’t have the skill ta,
Utilize their ear’s function as a bullshit filter.
So their brain gets clogged and congested by the time and the
Effort that’s invested in illusion. And by the time’s
Definition of reality, by the time you get the
Fact they’re outnumbered in confusion. So I come. To
Get shit of my chest and up in ya. And I come, to
Make you feel at home with your power. And I come to
Plant seeds of responsibility, and I come,
Harder than a sleeper’s cold shower. Refining and
Refreshing. Reprimanding, those who say they’re
Representing, by demanding clarity. So when a
Mouthful don’t equal an eyeful, an earful sounds
Awful. At least that’s how it seems to me. So I
Lead by example in my sound proof room. And the
Comp gets trampled on my wack proof stage. And my
Answers be, ample in a packed classroom, cause my
Thought’s are reflected on a ink filled page.

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