Letras
Brother, brother, brother, how you make him get down?
I keep my flows well green, still got pimp in my crown
Put this rappin' on the stone, let it bring me some cake
Free in the land with soul, somethin' these haters can't take
The people are ready, so lick shots and pour the confetti
I emerge from underground, the pulverized cities
With my timeless rhyme, buzz, apocalypse blast
12 days to spell dust, let the light shine in
With the proper timin', I play syllables and comb with this bass
Revivin', it's conscious rhymin', it's like the art of the forgotten
You fools fall, rotten, singin', drunken man's jingles
Get your sip on and mingle to this
My black fist, spit heads, a mighty arm
Too short to box walk, but with devils I get it on
My word fair, spawn of the omnipotent
Raisin' block parties in Brooklyn as the youth
I'm still givin' it one hundred percent, to the jungles of cement
Every hood embrace clan, one nation and no snacks
In the ways of old pep, I ride on with no regrets
Pimp struck the crossroad to the school of common sense
Brother, brother, brother, how you make him get down?
I keep my flows well green, still got pimp in my crown
Put this rappin' on the stone, let it bring me some cake
Free in the land with soul, somethin' these haters can't take
Anima Cinema diggin' these rappers a new hole
With every video shown and every CD spendin' in your area
X-Clan, the Millennium Cipher, the Continuum
Sendin' them black ones to the future
And back to the Tudor, Clarkman, Runa Ruda
The Executor, ear-pipin' and lightnin'
The future, ooga-ooga
Gorilla Tactics is on, King Kong Mathematics
This is dedicated to the ones that thought they had it
If you ain't on the real, you best to hit the graphmatic
Retract and recline and relax your mind
Time to clean out your ears, son, and open your mind
We at war, every day we abuse the freedom of speech
To build on our own, it's very rare that we stifle the teach