I see the moon rise before the sun got a chance to set I use God's tool to play a game of advanced Roulette The romance of sweat got me feelin' things I can't forget I question life but ain't been asked for answers yet Inventing dance steps Your man slept On my appearance and got his pants wet My third eye will magnify while you get burned just like ants get Spread the message, period, but haven't felt the cramps yet But yo, you're lookin' bloated but you know kid I canceled your check I wish this underground art would have kept its Origin and essence Fuck a Lexus, champagne and a diamond necklace Yo, stop being restless Commercialism's hip hop's death wish I battle both sex for a Rolex on your left wrist Just to show y'all what time it is Vocab is divine with his Sage is who this rhymer is Y'all be lyin', we're just tryin' to live Cause MCs Run some crazy shit Rappin' like they're in a Scorsese flick Lazy with their lyrics Raise your spirits Cause they're sellin', the audience is buyin' The predicment I'm in, I'll be rhymin' in Italian It's all Greek to me So I'll flip it in Sicilian Millions of civilians became Godfathers with no children Microphones are placed with cigars Kids in bars Thinkin' they're hard Singin' wack songs But won't listen to ours Yo they won't listen to ours I heard the system in their cars Bumpin' A whole lot of nothin' Makin' me hold the mic like prison bars Ignorance has been driven to far It's givin' my wisdom a Scar like the one on your Face Smokin' izm with y'all That ain't the system of Allah Ha ha I love God, while you love to drop bass I heard that Sage Francis, he loves to drop bass I heard that Vocab was so bad that cracker dropped bass Non Prophets, awe shit, we never drop bass We're too busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place While heads disgrace I catch a redface from stress signals The music's just a way to make the women's chest and ass jiggle Most of these rap stars can pass as sex symbols More publicity, when the industry flash the next single It's simple but you don't know if they laugh with or laugh at you Specifically, past issue Their activity is ass tissue Son, I'd break their jaw but I'm not sure if it's glass or crystal Blow a fast whistle on ass nipples who say they blast a pistol It's a cash scandal, their career is a juggling gamble Too much struggle to handle Our commercial ca-ca command you Ca-Ca, commercial, command you, what? To be a trend To be a fad To be something brand new The origin was underground Why'd they have to shape shift? You went from up to down and couldn't elevate with a face lift So, take this message as a tasteless breakfast To feed your mind while Sage and Vocab made this checklist I'm no sexist But rap tramps would rather blast stamps with a lap dance But they write their own lyrics! Fat chance But they think their own gimmicks No, creative control When I'm in good spirits, maybe I'll save their souls When these days get cold I can hardly speak till I feel my girl's body heat Manifesting the form of a hip hop beat People swarm if they stop in the street Before I'm gone I got 'em clappin' their hands and stompin' their feet They're torn Between what they like And what' they're told to like Never too old to fight If you're known to bite Then what's your soldier strike? I show the light But you don't know it right Cause someone stole your sight Leavin' my wisdom scared Like prison bars, that's how I hold the mic Ignorance has been driven to far It's givin' my wisdom a Scar like the one on your Face Smokin' izm with y'all That ain't the system of Allah Ha ha I love God, while you love to drop bass I heard that Sage Francis, he loves to drop bass I heard that Vocab was so bad the cracker dropped bass Non Prophets, awe shit, we never drop bass We're too busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place Level's are out of place Devil's are hard to trace Hip hop is a disgrace No doubt, no doubt, level's are out of place But Devil's are hard to place Hip hop is a disgrace no diggity Ayo my man Joe Beats he loves to drop Bass My son Jeru, yo he loves to drop Bass Yo, the almighty Lig Hi loves to drop Bass Yo, my brother Natural, he always drops Bass Dave at Boo Studio loves to drop Bass My man, DJ Perceious loves to drop Bass The whole T.S.S., nah, we never drop bass To busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place