It seems like for days, my flight has been delayed
And i can see the plane sitting on the runway
But i heard there's a shortage of pilots
We got the craft, but nobody can recall how to fly it
So i've been in the terminal basement, creating
I ain't giving in to imitation
Role playing? na, this is my departure
I'm taking off, feel the ground breaking
And i know what you're thinking, rapping is lame
But that's not how it has to remain
Cause somewhere in a kid in the back of their brain
Lies the answer to bring about change
Meanwhile we sing about chains hanging
At an all time low, put ya hazard lights on, ride slow
In circles cause ya not sure where to go
I wonder would you even care to know
Chorus:
Prepare yourself for the departure
Strap yaself in, i'm about to start something
Next movement, this is a departure
From the usual, this is more suitable
Now i can't proceed if i can't see the past
So let me go back to see the (cedar) ave
Where it all started, so i'm traveling the farthest
Before we became marketing targets
Before the game was just rosters of artists
That all seem to claim to be the hardest
But i hear... just a bunch of little sean carters
You see em, they on every corner like starbucks
Now, get rich or die trying, so we all try rhyming
But there was a time when hip hop wasn't bringing any loot in
Imagine, rappers not rappin bout shootin'
Just being about the music
Only concerned with getting the crowd moving
The block party could hear it, innovation
Moving instruction always been a part of the lyrics
Chorus:
Prepare yourself for the departure
Strap yaself in, i'm about to start something
Next movement, this is a departure
From the usual, this is more suitable
We at stand still for the time being
You know it, you see everything that i'm seeing
But i'm not leaving, even though this is the departure
I'd never abandon the culture
Even when i see most of
My people are so close to
Giving up cause it ain't livin' up to what it's spose to
Listen i'll depart if that'll bring us closer
Exec's look past me, cause i don't fit in they boxes
Cause this is not gettin' a profit
I rap about reality, the recognition of prophets
To spit what i believe, i gotta dig in my pockets
But i got this, no problem
Already in motion, nobody can stop this
You swear that it died from the past couple years
But i'm here to tell you it's only up from here