C.o.D.e.D - Judge A Tape by the Intro lyrics

[Jay-Z Interview Sample] [Verse 1: Omari] Go ahead, judge a tape by the intro Let's see what you get I'm an open book, lyrics written on open wounds I overlooked every limitation, driven I overtook Every hater, every one that told me I couldn't ever do Everything is achievable, Every desert has got a brook I spit a verse, syllabus for the universe The inclination of a homie is never knowing who to trust It's a must, I must bust a verse Immersed and cursed with this gift of Rap but first things first Constantly under pressure, and what's even worse I'm sick & tired of rappers claiming they ill, so I called a nurse Fire when you heard my verse You felt it, cuz it burnt your purse And you changed, so what's the deal? All that money what's the worth? I don't get the recognition I deserve? I don't deserve recognition, have that sentence reversed Y'all shoulda known I wasn't read for that cypher To have my photo taken on synthesis Felt like the beginning of a life of fame But nothing's changed, I've been the same Dropping tracks but i told myself. be ready to catch the train Cuz when it arrived, it be gone much faster than it came Faster than a range driven by a deranged driver. feel the rage This the age of the intellectual Like real estate, we tryna up the rate of your mental Knock your teeth out, sorry that wa accidental And have you speak out, like Malcolm X or Fidel Castro Gotta learn the fundamentals Lost tapes off the shores of Africa Stories of the colored people, whips and ma**acre Black America neglected the motherland So your sons were left fatherless as your daughters became scavengers My circle of friends got a constant diameter It's a complex system so I don't mess with the parameters Amateurs, don't mess with the snake wranglers Amba**adors of New Though, here to flip the calendar and challenge ya Teach me how to number my days Lord Cause I could lose my life in a number of ways Lord Murder or depression may take me away Lord Cry with me, Groan for me, teach me how to Pray Lord Feel my poetic sorrow, Living on time I borrowed Treacherous lies I followed, empty, I'm weak and hollow Sleepy, the night is dark enough to sink and wallow in despair Swallowing a pair of pills I'd prolly hate by Tomorrow But everything changed in September 2011 Princewill came into my room and proclaimed the gospel of Heaven I locked myself in, cried, I'd never make it to heaven A sinner like me has no place among the blessed brethren But God justifies who he calls All this while, all I got were texts and missed calls that read anonymous Couldn't see the glory like a pair of broken binoculars Controlled by the system and the 3rd eye be watching us So take cover like the front page of magazines Got the big guns? I got kicks, snares and violins You bout to get some honest music from a forgiven man So share with your friends, homie Let the story begin Roll It! [Outro] 4th dimension is the alias 4th dimension is the craziest They ain't do it like we Lightning strikes every time that we rhyming Fight me, bite me Wanna Mike Jack me Look up to the Son and His glory might blind me Fight me, bite me Wanna Mike Jack me Look up to the Son and His glory might blind me