Lyrics
Yeah, you know you got some kids out there in
The street that lack that hunger in this game
But when Foreign Beggars and Wild Child get down it's like this
Two separate versions of the album steadily merge
In superb I'm such a usage of the verb
Type of shit you never heard when the battle star Galactica
Never lack the capacity to add faster to a beat
Than surpassable rapper will have to
Spit the despicable rhyme ammo
The three-legged sparkin' up the rugged walkin' prime mammal
Keep steppin' forward
To this next millennium rappers still spinnin' from my pendulum
Shhh, I'm all for it
Who saw it when Foreign Beggars support it
We hit 'em in the jaw like Eddie Griffin
Until they realize historic music's in the makin'
Cats fakin', lose for the takin'
Our mission's the same, crews steady breakin'
Chat with my boys in UK on the bus like "hush"
Y'all still feel the vibe in the street
Yeah Jack, we feel the rush
It must just be the adrenaline, potent with potential
Barely approachin' the minimal distance
Where we keep it on the mantle
Seekin' to the gods
Speakin' to the gods
That dwellin' in the beat still hustlin' the streets for a job
Mentality, got the kid on the map
Responsibility in the land where hostility still keeps a child trapped
I focus on the opus, 'cause hope is overrated
Until kids open up my disc and still feel elevated
The prediction is close, with knowledge versus violence
The day of the exodus where we all march in silence, sayin' what
I live in a maze, been here for days until the sun comes
Consider the sage I bring and it's made with lyrical stun guns
He's done it again he's just an example of blistered insolence
Displayed by little but villainous type
Of children who kill it for lump sums
The cornerstone, pillager just a prisoner due to circumstance
Third world rapper murderer acting with a flirted glance
Whatever the path I choose to take I harbor intuition