Crowded in the corner of this dark smoke-filled room
The speakers loom
It's reminiscing of the ancient souls tomb
I feel this is a rite of passage
These blockades are break through
These stain mind states I've spoken to
I hope I've moved
With the base and the break be- be-hind us
Enlightened minds surrounding the mic
No spotlight waiting for the elements to abound on this
Chronologically I'm in line peacefully, respectively
I'm waiting my time in my presence
Some anticipating, some hading but mostly well-equipped MCs that'd be contemplating
It pleases me to take note of those worthy, the ones who ain't worry to dig their leaping if their hands are dirty
In the earthy top soil that we tread on
Walking through this dusty planet
Can't stand the fact that people be claiming territory when all I know is my gravity is my music
We chose music, embrace, utilise it
In my midst, at least between musicians it provides an immunity
And creates a joint community
It's always a competition
Someone's on a mission for the best
Scratch B-box and break rewind
Ultimately you decide what's at stake
{All surrounded me is what it takes to rise above
Rather this my rival, my give love to my equal element
We're all different bodies but we're still the same people} x2
Are we in two turntables and a mic abounds
Many who don't look alike Puerto Rican, Black, White, Japanese
It amazes me that we all could be well-versed and well-equipped MCs
Choosing to express ourselves verbally
I guess being turned out some being released diabolically
Transcending what we are viewed as focally
We mutate our world, melt in to poetry
Moving to this earth, a crowd, a bad attitude
amidst a school in are still enjoying solitude
Chosenness be clearly if I speak and all
I'm carving out every words before I let it fall
My art is my only task in life
Rhyme with me, enjoy some metaphysical exercice
No need for any proof
Our art is , holding more words than truth