Everybody grab ya microphones Everybody grab ya microphones Everybody grab ya microphones And if you don't have a mic you probably drunk or stoned... I'm not a rapper first things first Just a man with a vision and a real slick verse or two Maybe three if you listen a while And before you even ask no describin' the style Words and sounds blended until We got a funky ass track and your homeboys chill On the hatin' and debatin' whether I be real Rounds richocheting off like I'm the man of steel.. But getting back to the thickeing plot I see your wrist so frozen so I'm making it hot brotha You always talk about the shit that you got While I'm blowing O's zonin' at the studio spot Making beats with an Erthman vibe Creating something brand new better come on a ride I'm full steppin' with a limp in my stride I know its snowing out there so Ima let you inside.. Attack! I slap box with the track Break beats on the rack Its a natural knack Dark age humor trynna start a dirty rumor That'll spread like the plague did You turning red kid All in the facial area I ain't scared of ya Grab a spade and bury ya and your girl's terrier Sick as a carrier of malaria coughin' on the mic device that I share witcha But chill you can't catch my flow Although I blow cold like the wind thru ya window On a long dark winter's night Im out late while you indoors bundled in your snuggie tight trynna write A rhyme that you can spit when you get to the event but your bars aren't even even Time I should be leavin' I'm movin' on to the promised land to recieve the key to the kingdom So swing on sweet cadillac coming forth to take me back With the sound of a bari sax in the picture Some might say I'm spittin' scripture but I won't preach to ya All I do is teach to ya something that you never knew Call it brand new futur blues with a fresh style I sell truth in the form of a wav file that'll make you wish you had eleven notches on your dial..

Raindrops fall slow to the ground If you listen very closely you can surely hear the sound That they make forming puddles on the pavement of my town Where they breakdance we don't shake hands we give pounds.. Or a hallf ounce of that fresh bacon got you wakin' up Comin' round staying plush like some goos down duck Hater's in an instance leave em in the wrong dimension As we time travel back to '84 and I should mention I was born then back when the olympics hit the city I was just a little bitty kid who hadn't learned a lesson yet Hadn't held a teddy or had a bowl of spaghetti But my parent raised me ready to go out and get a steady check That's in the future cause I'm searching for enlightenment On a path of righteousness and I know I'm nice with this But I'm staying humble cause I know that I am not the best So I listen closely to the pitter pat of nature's track.. Raindrops fall slow to the ground If you listen very closely you can surely hear the sound That they make forming puddles on the pavement of my town Where they breakdance we don't shake hands we give pounds.. Or a simple head nod we acknowledge that your standing there But you're acting like your scared thought that you should be aware That I am not a villain with a pistol and a chronic sack Oh wait I should take that back We should roll one up in fact Maybe then you'll just relax and listen to the melody Playing in cacophony on the track that's backin' me Sailing on the open seas of imagination bruh Learning how to share the love Like the gathered clouds above Think you need a pair of gloves just so you can hold the mic Cause you covered up in ice and you trynna twist a dub Asking can you get a light I'm a little busy bud Trying to make a living selling music in this industry I should be the guy to see and my homies making rounds Like the scene is lost and found no one seems to hear the sounds raining down around thier heads I'll sample nature's symphony Even on a rainy day I can make a fire G... Raindrops fall slow to the ground If you listen very closely you can surely hear the sound That they make forming puddles on the pavement of my town Where they breakdance we don't shake hands we give pounds..

Just a little herb to get a brotha thru the day Tired of the talkin' now its time to roll anotha jay Break the bushel down into its lowest com denominate Now hand me the papers and be patient homie you can wait Take a little sprinkle and I fill the wrapper with the grape bombastic fantastin in a second you'll be great Now hand me the flame maker and i'll spark this brain baker You'll be ridin' higher than a chevrolet on 28's... Now that you're intoxicated you ain't got alot to say Thankful for the silence cause my high has got me drifting space Travelling amongst the astronauts my heart is keeping pace While I roll another up I'm trynna reach the milky way But i'm falling back into the atmosphere of planet earth Burning up another one until I finally touch the dirt Then I turn around and grab the mic and spit another verse You thought you could snake the winm but I start last and finish first... So you see I stand against discrimination of a plant Even though they tell us that we'll never have a single chance Even though statistics show the average joe just doesn't change They go 'round and burn the effigy trying to control our brains But I spark another one because it makes me fell alright You can sit around and argue whether Clinton hit it twice See the thing is you can do whateva it becomes the past Its the future that we're scared of How much more is in the bag?

How do I even start Each beats so far apart Guess I'll just have to write my way into this woman's heart She's acting oh so tough Think that she's had enough Of all the deadbeats trying to catch her with that romance stuff She only wants to drive Out on a summer's night Windows open to the waves crashing in the tide She's not a copy cat And she don't follow rap Kalashnikov in the trunk of her hatchback.. She likes the shooting range Her childhood's all to blame Her daddy left her and she never even knew his name When she was just a teen She had to fight her peers And all the pain she kept inside for a couple years Until she met a guy Who told the perfect lie About the money that his granny left him when she dies He told her: "Get inside!" And took her for a ride In his all black Buick with the cowhide Now she's a lonely soul Out on a lonesome road And there's no stopping when she's driving toward that guys's abode She seems to hold a grudge And with a gentle nudge She places keys in front of me trying to kill my buzz I told her: "Let it be.." And she just stared at me She made a motion like she's sitting in the driver's seat Just got a tank of gas And now we're speedin' past Cause she's determined that she's gonna get the last laugh...

Right on I'm trying to get my grind on But the leaves me no time to get my rhyme on Right on I'm trying to get my grind on But the leaves me no time to get my rhyme on.. Now we're making songs in the comfort of my home Where I strum sweet chords in a musical melange On a Mustang built in the nation of Nihon Where the cherry blossoms bloom While you chillin' on the lawn sippin' tea Witcha homeboy's girl and his moms On a trip everytime you turn around the dude is gone Or layin' on the grass while the sun beats down from the heavens Feeling lucky so the clouds appear as sevens Overhead crows circle in a geometric fashion So I let passion emerge and my hands get to clappin' Out a beat for the Em3 project that I'm trackin' In the heat of the moment never time for inaction Gotta speak what's on my mind 'fore my nerves get to crashin' In the streets like a Fleetwood swervin' in the path of a dragon Blow the flames out quick with your magic No doubt its a tragedy that you trashed a classic Spout nonsense thru my soundsystem every chance you get So I take it as a sign that I need some new tricks Got ya mind open like coffee and a cigarette Now its time for you to cop some Erthman music Treat it like some new kicks Show em to a few friends Def is Alive and he rhymes on Thee End Of a compact disc that you must give a spin But you spazzed out missin' out On a bright gem! Right on I'm trying to get my grind on But the leaves me no time to get my rhyme on Right on I'm trying to get my grind on But the leaves me no time to get my rhyme on... Slowly back away and put that mic on the ground sir If you don't comply you better fly like a nite bird A dove All you see is a white blur zipping from the place Like lightning in a race for its life Its a sight sure but that is the norm When you take clay hither and you try to give it form Its an art not a cheap thrill We gotta eat still So you gotta make a final choice What you think real? Right on I'm trying to get my grind on But the leaves me no time to get my rhyme on Right on I'm trying to get my grind on But the leaves me no time to get my rhyme on...

My brain pattern sparks atoms in the dark matter Splattering the galaxy with new stars and wave data Spreading even faster than a natural disaster In the red zone where the dead roam thru the stratosphere Now that I'm here I got a bone to pick with wack rappers Covering the track with crap rhymes and leave your hopes shattered Thought they'd drop a gem but now its crystal clear they have no status Check the twitter page to see the tweeter voice box his chatter Yes I am a poet so I write a couple stanzas that have meaning If you wanna hear me sing you better get the Manor Plattered up like appetizers at you next bonanza Five tracks touching a plethora of my talents But that isn't all i've got hidden in the vault Somersault over beats like a gymnast at the summer games Get my gold medal wear it proudly like my family name I do it for the art and start spittin' at you lames But if you didn't get the memo then you'll probably never change There's a drought in the desert and we trynna make it rain Drain away the sins we've gained Till we see a higher plane In our vision Innercission... I gravitate over eight square miles and negate The adverse effects of the hip-hop game of late Where the greats rest in the solitude of crates While the sheep graze peacefully unwary of thier fate "As above, so below..." So the old master state In the text left behind from an age that we've erased And we've driven from our minds all the ways we relate And the knowledge of a love that controls our hate Its the mission that I'm giving to the whole human race To forget your petty differences and learn to embrace But the burden has some weight And its a far distant place In our vision Innercission...

For me to claim that I'm not a human being Is a struggle in itself pull my trophies off the shelf Check the plaque on the bass tell ya I'm a triple black belt Kicking down the door and I do it for my black health Never for the wealth I can see you got your hand out beggin' for some help And I give it like a ninja stealthed out in some black felt Runnin' thru the bamboo shoots like a ram do Trynna smash your whole crew Its a planned move when I merge into your lane Slammin' on the brakes I can see it drives you insane Its a game to me trying to rhyme a thing of beauty Officer on the deck I'm just trynna do my duty For the cause no applause if you please take a pause And acknowledge your defeat in the halls of the king... Here we go again richter scale hittin' ten Needle jumpin' off the chart now the rhymin' gonna start Take a seat and repeat everthing that you believe Thru the mic in your hand or I'll never let you leave If your brains tangled up like the branches of a tree Take the ax of the mind and cut the evergreens Now your head is squeaky clean pine sol from a dream So nice sowin' seeds but you haven't proved a thing yet Get back jack where you came from cause your wack Take another look over your shoulder at your lame track Its a known fact you got no books up in your backpack Trying to pull the wool over the eyes of the wolf like Little bo peep trynna find those sheep That'll stray thru the mist from the halls of the king.. Now I'm gonna rip another hole in your sheet No wind in your sails so your stranded on the sea No flare gun in the box underneath the seat No life raft handy buy your vessels gonna sink In the storm of my thought process so unique Now you swimmin' for the shore better work them obliques But the tide fights back your a minnow in the beak Of a freebird watching waves crashin' on the beach Taking off like an airliner of East indo-China Find a better rhyma and i'll give you ten G's apiece Just to say the least know that I will never cease Doin' what I'm doin' stretchin' thru the universe like a ruler Measuring the streets of my capital its actual and factual Building in the halls of the king...