[Verse 1: King Ed]
I'm still tryna imagine the world
Being a better place
Where grown men can go on a quest
To truly discover who they are
Somebody told me way back
That I'm a poet surrounded by rappers
And someoje told me I'm a rapper tryna be a poet
But then again what's the real definition of hip hop
Cause what some of you are singing is actually pop
Tell me if 2Pac
Was alive today do you think he'd be like Tehn Diamond or Schingy
But then again I'm just an underground rapper with vocal cords that don't work
Tryna comfort myself hopefully oneday I'll be respected
I really gotta ask a quick question
Do you think abortion is the answer?
Back in high school everybody thought I was destined to be a pastor
Now I'm just a crazy bustard
Who loves sleep more than listening
To fake rappers who claim that they're legit
Plus singing along to your song doesn't mean I really likenit
Why Am I doing this to myself?
Why not just go with the flow like everyone else?
It's not about the rhymes or fancy wordplay
Take your cds to the radio why delay good music
You got a bright future ahead
But if you're an underground rapper don't look at the number of people who like you that speculation will pa** through you like a bullet
To be honest I think I gotta go with the flow
Cause you're being a lil slow
I gave you time to catch up but you got lost in your own philosophies
You're feeding lies
To these kids that you truly despise
They're tryna echange freedom for fame
We want the likes I wish everyone knew my name
Rhyming words don't mean you're making sense
But that's exactly what you want
Why is our music shifting from being African to being American huh?
But then again why apologise
When you can just vandalise
My property so I can realise
That you're angry
It's kind of scary and funny that
I'm just a misunderstood poet with a rhyme that's trying to get out and reach out to the whole world
23:50 that's when I dropped the magic pen
10 minutes before midnight
10 minutes before a new day
With new experiences and more petty issues
Like why didn't you text me?
Why didn't you call me?
Ei bruh you know I'm your hommie
Why not do this and that for a young black man with a vision
I got a lot of hommies that love the inspiration in my words
My songs are based on true events
So many thoughts in my head you really have to wait for the next episode
It's more complex than his majesty's royal code
Maybe if I record you'll understand
This won't get anywhere
My heart is filled with despair
I can't share the details
Cause I don't think you care
I'm just an underground rapper
I'll never stop until I drop th magic cup and die
Why do this to myself
I think I'm going crazy
You need to understand that I can't stop
I'm stuck in a frenzy
Still day dreaming about fame
I brought life to this game
This is my style a different type of rebellion
Just because of your religion
You can't really express your thoughts
But I gotta stick to my poker dots
Until you finally no....tice this is greatness in the making
I'll keep giving you complex clues
To a treasure that doesn't exist
Rap plus King Ed is like beauty and the beast
Thou Art is wonderful
What did they say to King Ed?
Thou art made the wolves wake up
Thou art made the siants realise that they were wasting time
Thou art made us realise that stupidity is a crime
Thou art isolated us
Thou art made us feel like kings and queens superior beings in a land full of inferior things
23:50 a time of thought
23:50 a time of hope
It's more than gangster rap its a revolutionary awareness programme
For the ma**es by the ma**es