Yeah, I use the mic like an instrument, fusing my quotes with cadence and cheap lines like
musical notes.
This is hip hop 101.
Let me show you how to show gun.
If you talk about heavyweights, let's take it to the metal plate.
Featherweights get eight.
This ain't a mixtape.
This is for sale.
Get your shit straight.
GCM, man, we down by law and you can't even tie my shoelaces in your dreams, homie.
I come from the era of the b -boy battling, the backyard house party gatherings, 38 to
22s.
Parking lot shootouts was never cool, but we still got it in back then.
A heart is at heart.
My name is in the books carved in, somewhere in between Rakim and Black Thought.
I came with a name out the box, untampered with, and left a stain on your conscience.
Bring on your nonsense.
I'm prepared for it and yeah, still mastering my craft because I was born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
Born for it.
This is not devil music.
I'm drawn to the flame like a rebel to the revolution.
Came from the blues and the delta groove and up to the modern age.
Now it's the new shit.
Don't confuse it.
Universal Zulu, the movement.
Graffiti on the walls, records ruthless.
I used to cut class with the truants and hit Amoeba Records, study rap like a student.
Wild style wars, walk miles on fours, and graduated college with a loud mouth roar.
The Lion King, keep a third eye on things, designer jeans and diamond rings.
Shine your wrist to get banned like primatee myths.
A strong young mind don't exist.
I shut them down like Chuck and Flay.
You not a brainwashed follower, you just a slave.
They say rap music comes from the city by rapping over a bee on a turntable.
Our next speaker is going to do just that.
Came fresh ever since I took my first step.
Practice swings so they know who's next on deck.
When the others add up, man, they're just average.
They reminisce over you if I could recollect.
Movie screens should see these dreams behind these eyelids.
Now watch me as I spread worldwide like viruses.
They mention us in different lands and environments.
This feels like coming home when the sun is rising.
Burdens weigh heavy as if my patience wasn't tested already.
I rock steady, dress better than weddings.
Run it with a plan, my chain of command.
I lead all over lands to desert sands.
We're contentious if we beat your hands.
We used to make missions just to erase systems.
Could change your mentality, voice, and your vision.
We wondering where we at.
They asking who you are.
Whoever thought that hip -hop would make it this far.
In this fight for our lives, we've left too many scars.
Whoever thought that this would have us reaching for the stars.
No more hand claps, would you please hold your applause.
With these old words, we set new laws.
I know everybody's going to be watching this,
posting their comments on Facebook, Instagram.
Make sure you do the same.
That's awesome.
I eat, sleep, and breathe.
Heat seeking beats.
Energy that keeps keeping me brand new.
While the world around me keeps seeking peace.
I am cooler than the chamomile that's steeped deep in these seeking frequencies.
While I'm eating legally.
While I eat MC secretly.
Really, I'm releasing these feelings.
I just keep it honest.
Fuck keeping it G.
Deep in evil deeds and legal fees.
I'd rather keep it me and celebrate this moment being free.
DJs keep the beat.
B -boys move their feet.
We'll wreak of heat till I reach my peak.
I'm on speeds on beats.
When I'm gone, my job will be complete.
Then your bits will feel the ripple travel that will wreak of me.
Thank you for all of the memories.
See y 'all can keep the feed.
This is steeper than degrees of the deepest of the seas.
It's the legions and the leagues of the people that I be.
Touching looser with the easier busting.
Feeding off the steam.
Hip hop is on a gas.
Don't let the music stop.
That's what I'm here for.
Hip hop is on a gas.
Don't let the music stop.
That's what I'm here for.
Hip hop is on a gas.
Don't let the music stop.
That's what I'm here for.
Hip hop is on a gas.
That's what I'm here for.
Hip hop is on a gas.
That's what I'm here for.
It hurts, it hurts, all my, all my tears
