$#&@ a penny for my thoughts, here's a dollar
if you can hear me hollar why they pop collar.
Champaign and combosie, I press play on a RCA to bring a legend back for the artists,

stay tuned with the stars man, design bars man
I rock with a passion of fight cause life's hard.
As long as my sky spinnin, and I reside in it

I define livin with though slides trippin,
killin innocence
$#&@ a black man's an innocent

especially when held by Keen MC's that grimace,
and $#&@ your thinking, the worlds mine
your dumb def or blind smarten up see the signs.

Building fall, but race war we brawl
like a new civil war $#&@ Bush and Gore,
I got one shot to make it to the top

like a runaway slave ya'll better call the cops,
I must be tragic towards the pop culture fabric
surreal to the listener this %#@! must be magic.


It's the art of war stores trying to sell me on the bull%#@!,
I'm laced up buckles n belts pens and tool kits,

building up my city on rock and roll n soul,
coming back on the physical wax so $#&@ gold.
Not a soldier of fortune, but believer in the defense,

protector of the rights, I fight the current events.
Soul so bright I cause a total eclipse,
$#&@ a new order I became my own sequence.

Individual might with individual sight
With hot lyrical mics high intensity nights.


Back on the stage in a fiery blaze,
letting loose the inner sanctum while I conjure the grave,
resurrecting on cassette cause my heart in stone,

chip on my shoulder cause I'm always alone.

And man, Its hard to breath without $#&@ing up trees,

I zone without the microphone ascribing at ease,
Enoch bless the instro, I let the pen strokes,
paper knocks close to the fate look at mentos,

reminisce on way back in the day
the black face on the screen n those crackers mock slaves,
$#&@ a song and a dance

What you get is a glance a birds eye view through black experience,
what a sling be a brake a slug meets its fate,
white prawls on a ^!$$% dick.

!@%& my ^!$$% it's like i've been here before,
like polaroid shot picture i've been here for store.
The agonizing truth, just lock me up in that booth,

cause I'm keep on spittin this %#@! it's for the youth
Young ^!$$%'s comin in young Madurai umbrella
ya head get ahead in this game, my ^!$$%'s.