[Verse 1: Edgar Allen Floe]
Check it, I take a look at our world out here
Severe
Numerous nights the mother Earth sheds tears
I find fear in the words from the dummies of the puppeteers
They gaze at the strings once a year
We all want to change it, but want to make it
Tired of struggling, so we disregard what is sacred
I want to make a [?] for what's better
So I don't care about the A and R's confirmation letter
Or a President's kind words, that's why our mind's blurred
I want to find her, and leave beside her
Take all frustrations to the streets
And keep fighting on corruption till we find peace
But it's a tough journey, so plan early
Plan now, so your strategy can trickle down
To the next generation
Effective penetration, leads to a better nation
Word up
[HOOK: Edgar Allen Floe]
Aiyo my brothers are the scenery, my sisters are the painters
Hip Hop's the paintbrush, reality is major
I love this art form, and the people are my heart
So what's the state of the art?
Yo what's the state of the art?
Aiyo my brothers are the scenery, my sisters are the painters
Hip Hop's the paintbrush, reality is major
I love this art form, and the people are my heart
So what's the state of the art?
Yo, what's the state of the art?
[Verse 2: Edgar Allen Floe]
Yo, as I sit back and ask myself this question everyday
But who's to say, there's no one out here to dictate
We don't need an overseer, just a few strong leaders
Very few teachers, but the students respect
The cla**rooms were effective, now the pupils catch wreck
Cause all the substitutes, differentiated their dialect
They just in the public eye to get a petty cheque
No one gives a f**, not even the Superintendent
The music industry, sound like the school system don't it
They're both some lazy ba*tards, I'm a powerful opponent
I'm letting people understand the bullsh** that's trying me
Cause Hip Hop culture is the product of society
It all relates, we're like a bicycle, a ten speed
We got both wheels, but the inner-tubes are empty
The f**ers gave us a chain and it's rusty
My words are slick, we'll make it to the air station
Trust me
[HOOK: Edgar Allen Floe]
Aiyo my brothers are the scenery, my sisters are the painters
Hip Hop's the paintbrush, reality is major
I love this art form, and the people are my heart
So what's the state of the art?
Yo, what's the state of the art?
Aiyo my brothers are the scenery, my sisters are the painters
Hip Hop's the paintbrush, reality is major
I love this art form, and the people are my heart
So what's the state of the art?
Yo, what's the state of the art?
[Bridge: Edgar Allen Floe speaking]
So what's up y'all?
It's time to make a decision
What do you want?
Do you want change
Or do you want the bullsh** to continue?
Let's get together, let's do what's right
Continue to move forward, y'all
No more time to complain
Cause in our situations, actions speak louder
Word up
[Verse 3: Edgar Allen Floe]
I know there's numerous people
That can relate to this, but feel alone
But you won't want to hear home
You wish on the dangers of ignorance
So you don't persist with it
You wish everyone would get with it
I try to talk to the blind, just like you
But everybody plays a fool lusting for money
And conflict j**els
I brainstorm with myself, but keep asking why
I never wish d**h, but a problem got to die
There's one solution, it's called the Eye to Eye movement
It must pursue it, and the other conduit
It must be the key y'all, let's give it it a try
So if you're with me, say AYE
[HOOK: Edgar Allen Floe]
Aiyo my brothers are the scenery, my sisters are the painters
Hip Hop's the paintbrush, reality is major
I love this art form, and the people are my heart
So what's the state of the art?
Yo, what's the state of the art?
Aiyo my brothers are the scenery, my sisters are the painters
Hip Hop's the paintbrush, reality is major
I love this art form, and the people are my heart
So what's the state of the art?
Yo, what's the state of the art?