Ha ha. You know the deal. It's just me yo. Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, Negros and Latinos. And even the gringos. . Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock.
I start to think, and then I sink. Into the paper, like I was ink. When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines. I escape, when I finish the rhyme.
The summit, the peaks. The plains and the valley. The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley. The waking hour, the moment, the dream. The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream.
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man. Boogie man! (hello children!). My whole life is real. My life [Repeat: x4]. A-ha, Brooklyn you know. My life [Repeat: x4].
Bright moments. . Bright moments always come back vivid.. . The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure. The pre-crack era!. . Mr. Schollmen, what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin..
Hey, hey, hey man. I strike the empire back. I strike the empire back. Fuck the Empire!. High flying like the millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo. I never roll for dolo, fronting on me's a no-no.
This is the place. They say. People come from far far far away. To find their dreams. Chasin' down these meteors and comets called dreams. (Chasin' em chasin' em chasin' em).
[Talib Kweli]. So many emcees focusin on black people extermination. We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self, determination. It's hot, we be blowin the spots, with conversations.
To all my people in the back jam on it. To all my people in the front jam on it. To all my people on the side jam on it. So jam on it, say what?. . The sweet old beats my speech radiates.
Before Mr. Taylor taught the world to play. Before fiberglass. Before parquet. Before the word "Doctor" was spelled with a "J". And ballrooms were ballcourts where the Renaissance played.
Hey, yo man, I think that dude's tryin to break into your car. what?. . New york life, type trife. That's why I'm tryin' to shine the light, yo. Here it come, here it come, here it come, y'all.
[Beyonce]. Sweetness flowing like a faucet, body bangin' no corset. Brother's wanna toss it but they lost cause my game ain't no forfeit. Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse's.
I-ya. I against I. Flesh of my flesh. And mind of my mind. Two of a kind but one won't survive. My images reflect in the enemies eye. And his images reflect in mine the same time.
Same story, same target, different time. Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the blind. Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind. Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind.
Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in". Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon. Some in winter, some in June.
You say one for the treble, two for the time. Come on y'all let's rock this!. You say one for the treble, two for the time. Come on!. . Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape.
Yes. Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at?. They underground. There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit. Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them raw skills.
[Chorus]. We all got to have, a place where we come from. This place that we come from is called home. We set out on our travels, we do the best we can.
Hear me, see me. . Welcome to soundview projects. Bronx new york, 10473. . Intersection action ribs touching. New gutter smacks replacing the whole dutchman.