Wake up your mind black people it's ill

Superior people use superior skill

We can defeat any congressional bill at will

The hip hop nation will prevail

all problems in society with inner city philosophy

The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me no doubt

Executed properly

I bigin to shout out splat out approximately

three single syllable words per second

like I am God you are God, we are God, forget it

Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it

Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind

With constant conscience lyrical rhyme

At the end of time, I'll be in my prime

Read the sign, men, rhymin

like an oratorical shymin

I look still but I'm climbin

Newsflash here's the latest findin

Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart

Hip-hop displays art

The highest level of mental expression, play your part



Hook:



I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)

Everybody knows



All these motherfuckers tryin to be large

with their two car garage just like El DeBarge

It's played out, fadin out, over

Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!

I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator

Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour

Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin

Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin

with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin

linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin

But I'm already in 1999

feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind

Rewind cos I got a little bit of time

Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine

I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity

positivity, purger of sensibility

to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility

O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity

I rock way hard you can't get wit me

or go wit me or float wit me

Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry

Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme

It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time

forget tryin ta get mine

I went from the park with my arc in the dark

A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart

Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way

If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today

Run away, run away, run away....little boy

Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys

Noise is what I hear

when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere

The blast master's here!



Hook (x2)



Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended

I see my schedule it's open-ended

I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner

What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?

Now the teacher you retrudge

Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper

You'll get railed like the sleeper

No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style

that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile

you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild

This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile

or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}

Your reflex's slow like a turtle

Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals

Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst

I verse, I burst sua

Into a million children

in Tiananmen buildings

Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling

Enough of this reteric let's start building