Sabzi - Cornerstone lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: MC Geologic] From the gutter to the throne, corner to the stone Camaraderie is earned, cultivated, and homegrown Don't really own a damn thing except for my labor And maybe a couple of thousand pages of my rhymes And your brain's just a cage with the mind locked inside it unless Knowledge itself gives proper perspective to see How the politicians keep the dollars protected My namesake is not confined to scholarly methods To reach the ma**, never preached the way they teach in cla** Sleep-walking half-dead spirits leaving fast If you've never had your a** beat, brah, you can't speak about Nonviolent protests and other such mythology Watch how the quantity leads into quality Deep beyond the reaches of your Babylon economy I speak solemnly, I seek equality, my people celebrate life despite poverty f** the false prophecy, promising we'll all be free As long as we fall in line with the flawed philosophy and Mystery, God's eternal afterlife in heaven While living in hell, where the militant dwell Now the ranks start to swell in the hoods and jail cells Lock down the campus cause its right to rebel No uprising fails, each one's a step forward Toward the victory that's at the end of the trail, we [Hook:] Crack jokes while singing the blues And rock like the stone that the builders refused To all area crews, who carry the world On their shoulders, on some Atlas sh**, this one's for you 206, rock rock on, the proletariat, rock rock on, Beacon Hill, rock rock on Now the hustle on the corner sets the struggle in stone [Verse 2:] My compatriots and comrades, engaging in combat Trying to stay sane up in this land gone mad Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pa** my bong back Nearly three years and they're still up in Baghdad Battle-raps, 85%, talkin' this and that, quit that, insecure petty little man Get a manicure and tan, B, amateurish candy raps It's hilarious, I'm laughing 'til I can't breathe Can it be that it was never simpler then as now? Consumers waiting for a magazine to set the style The critical instead begin to organize quietly Underneath the sugar-coated surface of society My purpose as of now to serve the people to the fullest Knowing that my name is somewhere written on a bullet The beats that I inherited and rhymes in my chromosomes Pa**ed to my seed, I call him my cornerstone [Hook:] We crack jokes while singing the blues And rock like the stone that the builders refused To all area crews, who carry the world On their shoulders, on some Atlas sh**, this one's for you New people y'all, rock rock on, real change, man, rock rock on The next generation, rock rock on Now the hustle on the corner sets the struggle in stone We crack jokes while singing the blues And rock like the stone that the builders refused To all area crews, who carry the world On their shoulders, on some Atlas sh**, this one's for you Central district, rock rock on, U district, rock rock on International district, rock rock on Now the hustle on the corner sets the struggle in stone [Outro]