Its a Process - Jackson Turner

词：Jackson Turner

曲：Soulspeak

编曲：Soulspeak

制作人：Soulspeak

混音：Chronmaster

I'm a microphone fiend

Freedom fighter for the love of the art

Doing things to piss the other ones off with a smile

Underrated like Muhammad abroad

Summersault up out the ring

My sh*t is coming apart at the seems

I used to drink a 5th of Vodka in the parking lot

And we'd be talking lout white brown and chocolate

Come along and lick your lips and lollypops

Here's a toast to all the fallen soldiers

Eazy-E to Scott La Rock

You good for nothing in every fashion

I'll write your a** an epitaph as if I'm Sun Yat-sen

Just give me five minutes

You know what time it is

Fat lady blowing out her lungs like fifty violinists

Amadou Diallo they did him like the German Gestapo

Turn the tables on them take a shot at the 50

Heretic speaking truth through parables

Baratone voice tearing down the walls of Jericho motherf**ker

Its a process

They try to buy and co-opt us

Heretic I don't fit into your boxes

Yeah its all a process

Where my true hip-hoppers

And my Rastas

If you can't pick lock the door it's getting knocked in

I rap for listeners revolutionaries

And wild pistoleers clapping domes

You know the deal like you tapped my phone

Back on it blowing brains out the hat you holding

With my status only

Hip-hop's Shaq and Kobi

Try to see me

Polyphemus blind the cyclops

I fight cops single-handed swinging Ty Cobb-style if they want it

Howitzer pointed at the wig

Could give a f**k if I be out by the morning

Gotcha all awaiting when my sh*t drops

Hip-hop heads catching vertigo like Freddie Hitchcock

Overcome the tension

Dialectic principles that make the game change

I ain't phased b**ch I'm maintaining

Your sh*t is lame ain't it

I'm here to bang lyrics

I'm making Pun Big Pac L and Jay hear it

This is for they're spirit

And they gonna live forever

Never faded like the star berret of Che Guevara

Its a process

They try to buy and co-opt us

Heretic I don't fit into your boxes

Yeah its all a process

Where my true hip-hoppers

And my Rastas

If you can't pick lock the door it's getting knocked in

I be the show stopper

Number one poet clobbering foes who don't got it

I bring drama like a soap opera

Breaking door knockers off

I never stop to pause

Locking horns hard core without the rock and roll

I said goodbye to alcohol GOYA sipping

Setting fire to Babylon

Educated by the tablets of Sumerian kings

They say that humans came from alien beings

I don't contemplate the universe I stay to the street

Make a Stalinista flip around 180 degrees

Please don't try to tame this rebel music

Bare knuckles and a pair of testicles is what I step to you with

I'm like a methamphetamine you inject

Cut you down before you get up on that pedestal yet

This is your last chance

I see your cowardice

You stunting hard I come at you like an avalanche

Its a process

They try to buy and co-opt us

Heretic I don't fit into your boxes

Yeah its all a process

Where my true hip-hoppers

And my Rastas