Wake up your mind black people it's ill

Superior people use superior skill

We can defeat any congressional bill at will

The hip hop nation will prevail

all problems in society with inner city philosophy

The hip hop in me must come out or die to lock in me no doubt

Executed properly

I bigin to shout out splat out approximately

three single syllable words per second

like I am God you are God, we are God, forget it

Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it

Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind

With constant conscience lyrical rhyme

At the end of time, I'll be in my prime

Read the sign, men, rhymin

like an oratorical shymin

I look still but I'm climbin

Newsflash here's the latest findin

Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart

Hip-hop displays art

The highest level of mental expression, play your part

Hook:

I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3)

Everybody knows

All these motherfuckers tryin to be large

with their two car garage just like El DeBarge

It's played out, fadin out, over

Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!

I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator

Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour

Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin

Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin

with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin

linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin

But I'm already in 1999

feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind

Rewind cos I got a little bit of time

Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine

I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity