Juice Magazin - Due Process lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Sands] Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type sh** we be on When we on inside a ca**ette deck of your Neon Or in your Navigator whippin with the CD on Lone Catalysts, rockin to the break d-awn Make a s**er new jack be gone He kick his sh**, I be like: Yo, you puttin me on? You wanna battle? Out to Rawls: pick me a beat to freak on Somethin with a lotta ba** and some highs to tweet on The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on Up in the kitchen, then you'll delisc' on Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishin No look like Ron Strickland Make the average MC contemplate, just sittin Down, the wax spin like merry-go-round While I format the verbs and nouns through underground Now what you're lookin for you have found So now bump to the sound properly laid and mixed down By no other than my brother, although from different mother J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover The sound makes you bounce like flubber, Ludacris, Danny Glover _Lethal Weapon_, so while you're checkin [Hook: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)] Due process, payin these dues, battlin crews At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment Seeing eye for the blind Through the darkness of the industry we ministry [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] I go on like etcetera And blast my way out the plethora of replicas Cats steady actin extra And they parts is non-speakin My sk**s go without and beyond speakin Address your congregation like a deacon Seekin converts, my convo is a honour and a pleasure You seeing me is like Geraldo seein Al Capone's treasure You the don of mediocraty, I'm the indispensable hero of hiphoprisy Stoppin your flow like bureaucracy Due process, you got blessed by the best of the population Word to Black Shawn, I Chuck D your whole operation And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest You see Talib Kweli when you look up the illest in the thesaurus I'm the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering To make my handlin more smooth than aloe and lanolin "Manifesto"-spittin, my stiletto's hittin On a ghetto mission to keep it fabulous like a Lone Catalysts composition [Hook] [Verse 3: Rubix] On a level of metaphors with lives, life seems to depreciate Like automobiles from its original state I'm inter boro with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit Pa**in the limit of speed, rhymes per minute Cerebral engine is infinite Cla**, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge A tank full filled with lessons My temperature guage measures all of the blessings For the miles I'm stretchin Pa**in what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list Cause us to be the Catalysts Of a new era, correctin errors Learn to love it or leave it alone Recitin these Nubian poems From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows [Hook]