Same People Lyrics - Journey Into Abstract Hip Hop - Gasoline

Crowded in the corner of this dark smoke-filled room 

The speakers loom 

It's reminiscing of the ancient souls tomb 

I feel this is a rite of passage 

These blockades are break through 

These stain mind states I've spoken to 

I hope I've moved 

With the base and the break be- be-hind us 

Enlightened minds surrounding the mic 

No spotlight waiting for the elements to abound on this 

Chronologically I'm in line peacefully, respectively 

I'm waiting my time in my presence 

Some anticipating, some hading but mostly well-equipped MCs that'd be contemplating 

It pleases me to take note of those worthy, the ones who ain't worry to dig their leaping if their hands are dirty 

In the earthy top soil that we tread on 

Walking through this dusty planet 

Can't stand the fact that people be claiming territory when all I know is my gravity is my music 

We chose music, embrace, utilise it 

In my midst, at least between musicians it provides an immunity 

And creates a joint community 

It's always a competition 

Someone's on a mission for the best 

Scratch [...] B-box and break rewind 

Ultimately you decide what's at stake 

{All surrounded me is what it takes to rise above 

Rather this [...] my rival, my give love to my equal element 

We're all different bodies but we're still the same people} x2 

Are we in two turntables and a mic abounds 

Many who don't look alike Puerto Rican, Black, White, Japanese 

It amazes me that we all could be well-versed and well-equipped MCs 

Choosing to express ourselves verbally 

I guess being turned out some being released diabolically 

Transcending what we are viewed as focally 

We mutate our world, melt in to poetry 

Moving to this earth, a crowd, a bad attitude 

amidst a school in [...] are still enjoying solitude 

Chosenness be clearly if I speak and all 

I'm carving out every words before I let it fall 

My art is my only task in life 

Rhyme with me, enjoy some metaphysical exercice 

No need for any proof 

Our art is [...], holding more words than truth