My brain waves consistently maintain the same thang//
Voice box sprays flames, i'm sick of these lame games//
To obtain fame isn't why hip hop has graced the earth//
It's to get insane with words//
Let your mind contain a verse//
And litter the rest of your brain with verbs//
Subjects, nouns, and predicates that stay venemous//
Intelligence is a must, street credibility is irrelevant//
Words themselves can be heavier than fuckin' elephants//
Cerebellums twitch after hearing this eclectic inspiration//
Wlectric with the placement to split apart the nation//
False idealism rains down like precipitation, creating corrupted youth//
The depths of real hip hop shall remain under you//
I know this repetitive shit troubles you//
It's lame when another dude spews rude about how he shoots crews quick//
But nothing on this earth can match the feeling of creating positive vibe music//
I will no longer allow the rest of the population to remain clueless//
Of the power of words possessed in an incredible brain's blueprint//