To the yes yes ya’ll
stand tall on tracks and no, we don’t fall
ya’ll can just hear the call
of the future coming we running forward
and no, we don't stall
like b-boys up in the stance
moving on, fuck a circumstance
little rapper, best to pull up your pants
this is grown man rap, no it’s not a race
it’s a marathon
the stage and a mic, I just blare it on
they shut down the stations that we air it on
but regardless of that we just c-c-carry on
the industry show the culture a straight disrespect
leaving Kool Herc steady starving for a cheque
now that ain’t right
time to step up, my A-alikes
and hold tight, we gotta channel the flow right
and shine light, spittin it out with divine right
with what we know right – we gonna keep rockin’ it all night
These fake mothafuckas get crunched like a crouton
I’m on a Peace Quest ya’ll, what the fuck are you on?
move on, over tracks run with one shoe on
my crew on, the typa shit these kats don’t got a clue on
who on, tracks that I beat ‘em black and blue on
no rat race, I jumped a cliff and just flew on
kinda like an eagle, these ducks get BBQ’d on
and after the show I’m with shorty to get my screw on
see me enterprising steady rising with my whole team
Fucked Up Beyond Belief – nah that’s the old me
bold moves, this world can’t hold me, back
work hard at your passions, that’s what my father told me
I ain’t tryna showboat like Kobe
but I dunk these tracks in liquid flows homie
sometimes I write my rhymes slowly
to show you where my soul be
but just cuz you hearing me don’t mean that you know me
word to De La, Little Brother – are they listening?
or do I have to blaze tracks like nitro-glycerin?
strategically placing my positioning
next to the listeners’ ear so I can get my mission in?
before the day’s done
I got something to say son
I gotta live freer than a mason
goals I chase son, ace 1 in this rap shit
word to Ason, Unique, verbal ass-A-son
I mean assassin
in the lane for the passin’
throw ur money in the air - I’ma push my cash in
talking ‘bout investing for future contesting
these kats is Costanzas I’m George like Jetson
forward I’m thinking, realistic sprinkling
of dreams, my team’s on a boat not sinking
steady the trajectory, ain’t no half-steppin B
can’t be disrespecting me if I don’t respect you
and no amount armour can protect you
from the authenticity in the lyrical virus that infects you
No Agreement with my stance? I reject you
Scotty J on the beat and that's what I snap my neck to
My catalogue’s my resume, you best be checkin it
show these mothafuckas I’m a force to reckon with
the microphone stand, what I brandish my weapon with
the standard’s sub-par, new bar I’m settin’ it
higher than a hang-glider, dope skill co-signer
beat rider, leave the set wetter vagina
wisdom of an old-timer, go find-a
rapper that can stand in my cypher I’ll try-‘em
welcome to triumph
of the truth over lies,
knowledge over ignorance,
turning of the tides,
moment of significance,
intelligence reigning supreme over belligerence
In the Face of No Agreements I stand without militance –
SEE you can see who I be – freshest MC
F – U – B to the B – come against me
not recommended, hip hop I represent it
everything that I spit on the track, you know I meant it
so you don’t gotta wonder, no need to be guessin
I speak from what I know and I ask the tough questions
so who got the answers? where’s the contestants?
most lust for fame – it’s for Peace that I’m Questin’
