Young, Gifted and Black

Out of the mercy of Allah

And the law, written in our nature

We call an individual into existence

And when that individual come

I make no apologies for what I'm about to say

Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill

To obey, okay, so let the man build

Words of rapture that you have to capture

And I just slapped ya

With the hand full of literature

That's dope, def' fresh hype choice, smooth and raw

Rappers I replace, rub out and erase

Competition, you must be on freebase

Smoking or choking, bound to be broken

Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm choking

'Cause I got a stranglehold

You're still cold on parole for the role you stole

Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out

Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out

I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller

I'm a rebel, blessed, able to hold a

Mic like a hammer and drop grammar

Treat a rapper like a wrestler and body slam 'em

Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute

They get the boot and played like a flute

So just play mute, don't even whisper

Open your mouth to speak and I'ma diss ya

Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue

Because you're petty confetti, and not ready to rock steady

In other words, you're half-steppin'

Tiptoeing, get going because my weapon

Is not a nine, an Uzi or a shotgun

But when it come to hype rhymes, I got one

Just like the album is still the same

Long live the Kane, ain't a damn thing changed

I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill

To fill your grill, so don't tell me you're real

We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us

Man, you still be home with arthritis

If we didn't revive 'em, bring back alive

Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive

You'd be another memory to us

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

So understand, the way that I live

That's positive and the message I got to give

Is a benefit for you and me

I'm talking 'bout P-E-A-C-E

The chosen one that has turned a new leaf

I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef

No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish

The Kane falling victim? Sucker, you wish

I flow like water, slaughter

Put you out of order, floored ya

Rappers are ragging and tagging and snagging and bragging

To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon

With the knack to attract the pack

So just get back, I'm young, gifted and black

And just go with the flow, you know

In the place to be with my man, Marley Marl

Sending this out to Divine Force

Can't forget my main man Heavy D

And to my good brothers EPMD

And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast

Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two

I say peace