Lone Catalysts
Yo
I grab these microphones to live, son

Pay the rent, put food on the table
Got a roof over my head
But I take it serious

No joke

[VERSE 1: J. Sands]

Comin straight out the box, first edition, nutrition
From musicians, food for thought when you listen
I been around the atlas, countries and states

Everybody knows the Catalysts bumps, beats and breaks
The most true to life rap tactics for practise
The fact is, I tilt a ^!$$% off his axis

The way that Sands taxes, doin his mic matches
Somethin massive, let me explain what the wrath is
Four hundred years of oppression, anger, aggression

And the anxiety of a blackman stressin
The devil keep on testin, always gotta offer his suggestions
Make it seem greater when it's less than

That's just tricknowledge
They teach you it from high school through college
So you can go out and get them dollars

It's just a game they play to see who has the fattest wallet
That's why most blacks smoke crack and most white alcoholics


[CHORUS: J. Sands]
I grab these microphones to live, son, rest in peace Big Pun
Because you know another day you're not promised to live one

Yo, the streets are hot, most blocks are like a prison
So if you're lookin for love, kid, you gots to give some
Man, these days are cold-blooded, everyone's butted

Rock jewels that stay flooded, the weak, they never cut it
Sometime I be like 'what if' but ain't a damn thing gonna change
Cause it's just part of the game


[VERSE 2: J. Sands]
Aiyo, I slap-box lyrics through mics, the smooth type

That move right into a state of mind to fight
Cause it's all ground zero, my street level bureau
We'll play this game until we master it like Ken Duro

So what's your role? My part is the aural
Sub-moral, Lone Catalysts remain plural
I'm like ???? headin out to ????

Maryland, in a caravan to a rural
Spot to make a drop-off, that's how I hustle my raps to prosper
Cause MC's disappear like Jimmy Hoffa

The hungriest cats are at the crib writin this very minute
They see the pennant and wanna win it
That's how styles get invented

Y'all new jack timid frontin-ass ^!$$%s rhymes be rented
I got no respect for y'all, y'all probably be the next to fall
You wanna bang, kid, should be waitin for the ref to call

A time-out, so you can find out
Any possible way to exit this rhyme bout


[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3: J. Sands]

Okay now let me get back to the session at hand
My DJ's name is Jason Rawls, I don't need no band
Yo, I travel across the land, microphone in hand

Do some dates out west so I can work on my tan
I guess it's just the rap life
Y'all know who y'all ^!$$%s act like?

Quick to blaze the bag pipe and talk about the last night
Some are real grimey mutha$#&@as up in the fast life
Don't give a damn about rap cause they're stresin the crack price

(And grip the Mack tight) Some ^!$$%s frail like a glass pipe
With more bodyguards than Bill Clinton around they $$#, type
To walk the streets at night carryin a flashlight

Some are players grabbin all the mamis on they $$# tight
Bust it, some smoke weed, get skeed, hashis
Dust and ecstacy, shrooms and drink ??booze??

For all my rappin ^!$$%s, I hope we link soon
Get yours, I'm gettin mine, cause it's about time

[CHORUS]


A life...

Yo, I wanna give a shoutout to everybody in hip-hop who couldn't be here
Yo, Big Pun
Freaky Tah

Big L
Scott La Rock
Trouble T Roy
MC Trouble
Keith Cowboy

Peace
We miss you