[Verse 1]
It's alright to dream just wake-up before
Crude, rude reality comes along and has you swimming up stream
Everybody bent on "get the dollar, get the cream"
Profit first, conviction last
Guess that's how the globe spin
Currency reigns supreme, I'm in a whirlwind
These thoughts wrapping up my mind like a turban
Now why is everbody (w)rapping like it's Christmas?
And getting signed in no time
Tell me, what is this?
I'ma turn it all back to the essence
With a little bit of wit, cla** & effervescence
Taking you aback with the musical essence
Dropping knowledge you acknowledge
Now here's the lesson, check it:
The microphone, I wreck it
The s**er clones, I school 'em
Like microphones, I check 'em
They're gone like no one knew 'em
Claiming to rep the real
Yo, cut that bull-spiel
Messing it up for dudes that do it like it's nothing to it
[Chorus]
Yup, and when I feel the need
I let myself go
Open up my mouth & let the words flow
Yup, and when I feel the beat
I let myself go
Open up my mind and let the words flow
[Verse 2]
Average MC is a commodity to me
That I occasionally would eat just like a creature from the sea
With every single sentence make you wanna cop a plea
Now who should be the judge? the p - e - o - p - l - e
The jury, unanimous votes - you get the rope
From a grim reaper sleeper keeper - wait, with no cloak
A stand-up guy telling the truth and no jokes
Don't be fooled by the punchlines
I'll hem you up like one-time
Plaintiff and defendant of this Hip-Hop when I rhyme
A bronze medal boy with a golden era vibe
Like I-N-I, De La - of course the Village and the Tribe
You shooting for a buzz - heavy influence what I strive for
Got grammar galore and so I scribe some more
You hungry for the money 'til it becomes a chore
And then you start to question what you're doing it for
Instead of trying to deal, still you choose to ignore
That bit a conscience fighting against the nonsense
I got the package, you got the items
You lack in content, you got a problem
Assess and then address it
Now here's the lesson - check it:
The microphone, I wreck it
The s**er clones, I school 'em
Like microphones, I check 'em
They're gone like no one knew 'em
Claiming to rep the real
Yo, cut that bull-spiel
I rep the league of dudes that do it like it's nothing to it
[Chorus]
Yup, and when I feel the need
I let myself go
Open up my mouth and let the words flow