Through self-imposed shackles I broke and keep breaking
like b-boys – wuddup to B-Magic and Noyz
I’ve seen lives destroyed by less than a question
in a culture where we like to use the mind as a weapon
past time for a lesson – self-education is the remedy
‘cause a shaky hand cannot wield the weaponry
with adequate steadiness to come with the readiness
to face the nemesis
as a requisite, remember this:
how you gonna face the world without facing yourself?
wanna cause change, too busy desecrating yourself
getting lifted – are you really elevating yourself?
or you the dog’s tail – chasing yourself?
I’m embracing my wealth
whether or not I got dollars in the bank
I rank higher than these suckas, they stank
I’m coming on the left flank
Noyz on the full frontal
beats breaking shaking through they’re seats
lyrical stabs leave ‘em bleeding for weeks
walking these streets but I could swear they asleep
shallow-mentals on the surface – I take it deep
10 leagues below, ya’ll can peep the flow
compromise the art? NO – ya’ll can keep the dough
proceed to grow; marching through the sleet, the snow
grinding hard while they motions are slow
and I’m hoping they go
to a place where they’re perceptions are cleared
because too many of us living in fear
they say the end is near
but I refuse to believe it - not for a minute
the flesh is temporary but the soul is infinite
and that’s a fact most refuse to understand
so while we here we gonna do what we can
we keep moving on…
