HipHip Hop... it's all about the music..
HipHip Hop... You don't create music.. Music creates you.
HipHip Hop...

HipHip Hop... You don't create HipHop.. HipHop creates you.

I was destined to rock this mic.

The stars aligned on the 29th, I was born at first light.
The clouds parted and started to disperse
As I spat my first verse on a breast nipple mic

Goo-goo, ga-ga, rap a childrens story like Slick
Lying in my crib listening to uncle Rick,
"Tell me bout Mona Lisa & your adventures"

"Well son.. you must have good intentions
If you are to mess with this girl you have mentioned
Make sure you have a penchant for purity & honesty"

Now honourably I pursued my quest obviously,
Concerned with the prophecy, depression bottled me.
Got on top of me, to the point of no return.

KRS told me that "You must learn"
I yearned for the spotlight, and so I could rhyme tight,
I wake at 6am to get my mind right


HipHip Hop... it's all about the Artform
HipHip Hop... You don't create art.. Art creates you.

HipHip Hop...
HipHip Hop... You don't create HipHop.. HipHop creates you.


Common sense said a light would shine,
I took it as prophecy... cuz that light is mine!
Predefined rhyme skills implanted in my mind.

God told me that my light would guide,
Disenfranchised youth through the muck in the mire,
In a world full of sell outs, my flow is not for hire.

Desire and greed lead to phony emcees
ACTUALLY believing they can counterfeit me!?
My flow too complex I'm blessed

with the best lyrics & message in context,
My success manifest in abundance.
My confidence is flowing freely and I see

the grace of God clearly falling down on me.
To be an emcee requires talent & grit,
Combined with the passion to actually do it!

On stage never afraid as I show you the light,
Euphoria when I speak, I bring words to life!


HipHip Hop... it's all about the music..
HipHip Hop... You don't create music.. Music creates you.
HipHip Hop...

HipHip Hop... You don't create HipHop.. HipHop creates you.

I'm sick like Parkinson's, make you shake like Beyonce,

Chiseled out of stone like a model Abercrombie,
The best since Doug E Fresh in a crowd rockin contest,
I invest skills at the festivals,

Hiphoppers drawn to me like sex appeal.
Fake emcees who never heard of Biz Markie,
Baffle me, When they call themselves supreme.

So let me meditate and elevate my mind to another place,
Irate mind state myspace rappers,
Come from UK yet sound like Marshall Mathers.

Ok you heard 2pac, and then you got a du-rag,
And now you think that you rap...
But I ain't really feelin that,

Misguided, short sighted, violent vibe.
Confused, you abuse my culture when you rhyme,
!@&!ised by the major media outlets,

HIP HOP DUMBED DOWN LOST it's MESSAGE