[Raw J]

this youngsta told me hip hop music to him was magnetic

like the north and south pole contained

I'm takin headphones to the brain with the volume crankin

absorbin the surroundings on the last car on the bart train

them words on the tape soothed out

but the majority of the passengers moved out

when his eyes opened, mine closed

I'm on stage feelin like this mic ain't on

how come the crowd don't respond?

a poem without a home exhaled with smoke when I spoke this

made from a spirit not from earth guiding me when I wrote this

will y'all slump this?

hold each and one of my peoples in a circumference

paradox though

one speaker box rocks slow

watch the asphalt blow

to you my music sounds distorted, a mute maze

folks that looked like me glanced sideways

please notify or tell me

how our voices got caught up in this devilish geometry

cold circuitry put the latches on unbottled spirits

I could've rode to it, grooved with it

now can't even stand it

all I ever tried to do was transmit what should of been demanded...goddamnit!



[Hook]



[Oatmeal]

and the loudest voice shall prevail, above and below

and more ground-hoggin it and sell your soul...i see too many

doin for themselves

can't think for themselves

a victim to the gravy train on musical scales...

on musical shelves, low-budge ink smudge, hiss or not hip hop's greatest grudge

but I was born to walk this earth in my own world but in your presence

break bread with bankrupt nobles or wealthy peasants







unwritten code holds the clues to those who keep the essence

cash the crop now we left to scrape the culture's resin

sold my name, sold my thoughts 5 dollars a shot

no fame, h