[Verse 1: Maleik Dion]
It's that Natty Dread loc
f** a cop hip-hop
DPs since scraping knees up on the blacktop
Riq Geez always pleased and made the head bop
See these my roots
Ain't no question why that boys hot
Need to stop all that airwave pollution
Fairway abusing
Staircase I'll boot em
Bruising never shooting
Cause the music's all I'm using
Eyelids swollen egos loose when
Love and pa**ion what you choosing
What I'm choosing?
I can't really say
Knowing that I'm blessed to take a breath upon this day
Still can't shake the stress that life is more than I can take
Living like a mess but still there's more I gotta say
So I stay
For the love of Hip-hop
This art, my God, sisters, Dad and my Ma
Off tops gotta give props to the most high pops
Mother is another term
Synonyms if I'm concerned
I'm just tryna see all the injustices get overturned
So few living lavish off the ma**es
They ain't never earned
Chaos and the havoc are controlled
It seems we'll never learn
Machine manufactured it's own matches
So just let them burn
Thinking back when I used to watch Aristocats
Now I'm targeting Aristocrats
Picture that little nappy-headed light skinned kid
With a speech impediment
Bringing Last Poets in
Being the dopest MC we've seen
Now it's happenin cause that's a goal not a dream
My mind is tapping in reaching for the unseen
I can't look back again I gotta transcend my being
Thinking back when I used to watch Aristocats
Now I'm targeting Aristocrats
Picture that little nappy-headed light skinned kid
That was so bright then
But couldn't kick his misfit attitude
Always acting rude
Actually achieving for himself
That'd be cool
Yeah, that'd be cool