Wake up your mind black people, it's ill
Superior people use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at will

The hip-hop nation will prevail
all problems in society with inner city philosophy
The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt

Executed properly
I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately
three single syllable words per second

like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind

With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my prime
Read the sign, men, rhymin

like an oratorical shymin
I look still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the latest findin

Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your part


[Hook:]


I'm the intelligent wise on the mic [x3]
Everybody knows


All these mother$#&@ers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out, over

Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour

Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin

linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm already in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind

Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity

positivity, purger of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity

I rock way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or float wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry

Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get mine

I went from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way

If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys

Noise is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast master's here!


[Hook x2]


Now which mother$#&@er wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty $$# sound, beginner

What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you retrudge
Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper

You'll get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile

you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile {pronounced "fertil"}

Your reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, mic is first all is the worst
I verse, I burst sua
Into a million children

in Tiananmen buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let's start building