Am I losing control of my soul?
I better hold on
My generation has no choice but to roll on
In the shadow of Pac
The man shed some real light
We remain shallow in the lock
Haven't learned to turn the key right
Getting little buzzes like a bee's flight
Smoking up like a chief might
Catch the keef, let it crystallize
Blow the smoke into skies
That reach stars millions of miles away
From our ball of land
What if all that was just a hologram
Paranoid as I reach for more green
But get a hollow gram
Blow three O's for thousands
Cause the dollar's grand
And I don't have a dollar, damn
But this man's plan is fluorescent
Incandescent
Sentences getting blessed
By a whole mess of reverends
Submitting my evidence
Standing in reverence
Take pleasure in breath
Setting in stone my type of penmanship
I crept in this flesh four score and seven
Years ago
So I'm here to show my best intentions
Professing in professional posture
Aw sure, ignore me
Till I'm fourty I'll be pouring importance
At the store by the shore
Not meaning I can't be great at all
I can't wait at all
Haven't put down my full weight at all
People can't wait to grab a plate
When there's cake involved
Asking for change but there's none
The machine ate it all
Time to break the vault
Make a call to your neighbourhood mayor's office
And lay it all on the table
Go all in and make them call
Create plays that make 'em shake and fall
If I could create what I have in store
I could make a mall
Call it the Hall of Dreams
All the schemes couldn't fit in
On my team is the sickest
It would seem it was written
In the middle of my flow, bro
A lake not a pool
Never break, I just go
When I take them to school
In training to be a man
Skate away from the fool
Then retooling the car
To operate on rocket fuel
When I take off
The stray thoughts I came across they rule
In this material world measuring matter
Ladders and stools
sh**ting on each other
But brother just stay cool
Pick up that circle in the square
The case was a j**el
The universe dangled a mic so I could wake up
Was frightened of stuff
Anxiety tightened kid up
Saw an Old Prince like Shad
But wasn't decisive enough
I still step a shy little strut
But I'm likely to bust
Sipping moonshine thinking of new rhymes to Maestro
In front of fat mobs playing Black Rob
They're like Whoa
A tight flow that gets more loose
As time uncurls
It's not fair, I tried to Choclair
Like I revived a girl
Before I drop the world
And gaffers think that rap has died
I'll release it
Leaving none of these documents Cla**ified
Probably not stopping
Till I play ball along with
All these rap heavyweights like a two-ton Common
Is it about the pyramid?
sh**, I can't call it
I'm just a 25-year-old man-child rap-a-holic
But you don't see how magic
The syllabic rat-tat-tatting of the rapper is?
Battling with adjectives
Attacking beats with tacks and pins
Needles on syntactic skin
Synaptic reactions to environments we find us in
From conception
To whatever vagina we wind up in
And climb out of, we have to find out love
To keep oxygen
But take heed
The various games and plots against
The ability to avoid
The different dangerous spots its in
Masquerading with strange faces
Chasing you back and then
Stealing your, gasps of precious oxygen back again
I don't think there's an accountant
Up there tracking sins
But commit them in your eyes
You'll probably see you're lacking wins
So get back to Zen
Act better than the casting kids
And dash past the half-wits trying to smack the wind
Practice your magic
That's what has to happen, kid
Grab the disc
Put it back in the package
That's the end