Used ta slang nugz ta thugz at the clubz up in the NY
Now continue higher learning and keep tha Sensa burnin in the Sunshine
When babylon Falls, these things start to happen:
White Boys start rappin, always humble neva braggin
Cuz when Jahovah fall to the earth, you're race aint ya worth.
Who's righteous by birth?, this Salasie-Eye turf.
Its all about these islands, New York be alwayz wilin'
Boxcutters be the code of the streets,
But I use mine to split a leaf
Opens my Third Eye, you Do Not Even Want To Test This,
Thats the Concensus
Brooklyn born, Raised around the Earth
I neva need talk.............................
Cuz how many MCs, they got Blond hair, Blue eyes?
How many MCs that seek understanding, not lies?
What you gonna do go and rob a figya?
Run 'em for his chain and ill hillfiga?
And if it came to it would you pull the trigger?
Not me , B, I answer to a power much bigger.
So keep ya feet on the ground and ya head in the skies.
Discern Righteous Truth from babylon's lies,
And if you want to rise above than you must show some Love,
Cuz Ras Tafari Run Tings, Lord of Lord, King of Kings.
Some times times you gotta travel mad miles to represent ill styles
Or your just on your block where you dont rock ya
And the riddim, its always wid ya,
What did ya tink, that Kid would kid ya?
I feel a beat with every stroke,
A full measure w/ every toke,
Fu ck yeah I smoke, it aint no joke
Cuz ya see...............
It seems to be the physiology of my anatomy requires that its frequency
be easily reduced,
and i dont need no juice,
Cuz speed to me is evil, B
To think of me as infinity,
I dont buy that, G
I pray to Salasie,
That's Aremaic for Holy Trinity!,
are you feeling me?
And the riddim it neve stops,
I wore a suit,
Respected cops,
But to think of me od the devil, B
You're wilin', G
Unity's the key,
Faith through Salasie,
are you starting to see,
I try an beat babylon at its own game,
Not feelin money, power, or fame
Jungle and finance its all the same,
Shi, Chaos Theory was my last name
AND NOW ITS LIKE...............
One, Two, Three,
Just the tale of a Brooklyn MC
Northside, Southside,
Buswick ta Marcy
Cuz come on man,
YO SOY SOLAMENTE MIGEULITO BLANQUITO DE SUNSET PARK,
I ant got no jewels or fly whips ta rock
Desde piso 74 de de Torre Sur
A piso 6 en calle 4 Sur...
Jo respresento Los Sures,
Donde Mamis be spicy like curry,
But yO, dont go look at Wifey,
Ju'll get murdered over your stare,
Ju tink a rudebwai narcotraficante care?
But it ain all heat in the street,
Kids of all shades playin you'll meet,
Families singing, dancing and playing
Northside meet Southside in the park skating
In August, a PiNa Colada ice can taste very nice
Move to the rooftop for 40s, stickball and a blunt
Holla at Shorties, most is sweet, they dont front
Enter the Cipha ya boys is all there
Blackstar was right, Weed smoke grace the air
Then it be about 4 O'Clock
A couple of shots ring out in the dark
Keep walking,
Didn't see nothing,
Stay smart.
I guess some gotta slang to eat,
yO, its like fiYa in the street.