[Intro]
Yeah, for the world!
Keep going so you can(yo you can rock on)

We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on)
We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on)
We keep going


[Verse 1]
^!$$% breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe

Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between greed and need
On the streets where intuition and weed are breed

Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way

Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray J Of this rap world

I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
Grand like Auto Theft 3
Style so developed the law cant arrest me

You walk with blood on your shirt
Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people
See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle

I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do
And bleed thru the needle with truth
That needs no preview to proof its in the people

And how they react still in the business of smacking
Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites
attract my mind state is black

Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap

[Verse 2]

Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples
My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal
Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols

I spit thru gang wars and strange doors
Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war
I see ^!$$%z with flags who they waving them for?

I'm the ^!$$% that you put the chain on the door for
The ^!$$% that you started changing the laws for
Orator of hard-core and more

My raps the portal for the blue collar
Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars
I'd rather listen to silence then you holla

Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama
My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy
For truth your a decoy

Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy
I fall down and get up like Don McClerken
Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm trerkin

Break it down like herb
The nympho of info I'm $#&@ing what you heard
You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves

I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds
I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words
For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge

Get your own you see its like home grown herb black economics
The people we serve with Soul Power