Yo, this is a collab long in the making with lots of feeling behind it

"TRANSPARENT"
Lyrcis by: A2Z, Mic Check, CarsonJet, RJay
Beat: "Good Times" by Styles P

[A2Z]
My hearts a window, you can look into my soul//
See the vision of my dad leaving, see the gaping hole//
See the way he looked right before he said good bye//
Like we were a minor trouble and it would be better if we die//
See the jumpings in the streets, the ripped jeans and busted dreams//
The neighborhood gangs shooting Gs cuz of diffferent color schemes//
The drive bys, the knife fights...late at night the screams//
People shot laying on the ground, blood coming out in scarlet streams//
The drug deals, the beefs, and we're not talking about Mickey Ds//
The mafia, the money owed and the compensation of broken knees//
The projects, the homeless, the rich above the poor//
The polticians saying they can fix poverty, but not telling us the cure//
The broken down homes, the broken down schools//
The dealers at home room, flossing fancy jewels//
The women not respecting themselves, giving niggas head for cash//
They need money for tuition, plus Baby Jamaals got diaper rash//
The students not caring, they aint going no where fast//
Gonna die poor and lonely, good for nothing but sitting on their ass//
Something gotta change my friends, life cant be just this//
I know ghetto children got it in them, we got to change it//

[hook]
[A2Z]Look into my being, i bear myself to you//
[RJay]Like Jesus giving himself up, I sacrifice for you//
[Carson Je]tYou speak what you feel, feel what you speak Ill do the same for you//
[MiC Check]Your like water why bother i see through you//
[A2Z echoes]Look into my being I bear myself to you//

[RJay]
man you im a lock down the truth but i got a lil that confuses me n it confuse you//
understand but damn who could be the man im a lock it for ya let you understand//
damn i thought we was cool shit we was always down//
partner we ran the hood what the hell is goin down//
nigga i see you there y you always got a frown//
he aint like me now cause now im pimpn wearn the crown//
but you i saw through you man why you tryna front//
it wasnt about me but you went in fuck things up/
/i see what you sayn under ya breath call me a cunt//
and know you gonna turn bitch n you calln me punk//
aint like this why your shoulder so cold//talkn ta you is like payn a toll//
its not my fault im sorry//im wearn guci why you wear faded glory//
im a let this shit soon mold//i know you dawg i can see through soul/
/we was cool now i aint carin//
we are no longer cool you are now transparent

[hook]
[A2Z]Look into my being, i bear myself to you//
[RJay]Like Jesus giving himself up, I sacrifice for you//
[Carson Je]tYou speak what you feel, feel what you speak Ill do the same for you//
[MiC Check]Your like water why bother i see through you//
[A2Z echoes]Look into my being I bear myself to you//


[CarsonJet]
yo jesus dont flwo up in these rafter's seekin deep within my anatomy//
Seekin lyrical hustlers by da bus-load, can-re-think up-ne matter..tearin lyric's up quite un-scavengly//
voices creep hintin evil sin from my dyslexic past writtin inmy mind up backwards//
septars of ancient deity's not historical enuff to re-create my mind within ther latin words//
stigmatic scriptures racin thru my soul..jus pasin thru deeps translucent worlds..givin birth : satanic foal//
re-born unseen nature...un-told to the world wich we call home...the deep mind-of-de-unkown continues in my dome//
re-searchin mind transparency's of others...floin in my brain like intangible vaulues of numbers//
mathematical equations writtin out in intense dialect..makin sense of these values mean-less to my till i creep to a slumber//
Dreams-nightmares...like freddy my soul awakens makin sense of it all//
satanic culture in the hearse of the heart filled night fathomed by a lyrical call to press violent charges on all//
Da mind on Cj u have entered-survived ...consider ur-self deprived to not remain in my symattical state-of-mind//
thin line tween geniuosity an insanity, i tight rope dis every day hopin tha latter side i will neva find//....

[hook]
[A2Z]Look into my being, i bear myself to you//
[RJay]Like Jesus giving himself up, I sacrifice for you//
[Carson Je]tYou speak what you feel, feel what you speak Ill do the same for you//
[MiC Check]Your like water why bother i see through you//
[A2Z echoes]Look into my being I bear myself to you//

[MiC Check]
An eternal life blessing; listen to HipHop as I escape from this infernal strife stressing //
There’s no testing; the greatest art form that keeps my heart warm; never catch my mic resting //
I start reckon; why Graffiti artists get locked up for reppin without a lethal weapon //
It’s a form of expression without the use of aggression; cops should learn this lesson //
Don’t be fooled; reminisce the old school; I thought I told you; females rep this, just as cold too //
We roll through like shopping carts; HipHop music is topping charts; this is for all you readers //
Head-spins arouse up-roar from the bleachers; we’re just the seekers; enough props to founders and teachers //
Preachers preach to reach; an art form that involves its own speech; we vibe when we hear a record screech //
DJ’s drop ‘break beats’ like ‘shattered instrumentals’; gather credentials; four type’s of elemental essentials //
The fundamental of rhyming got me writing to fund my mental; each differential in its form n still growth potential //
From a poor residential grew up under HipHops influential fables; rocking flip-flops; ladies dip-dop; kids on their feet like hopscotch when I spin turntables //
In-fact this art enables me to turn tables into DJ sets as firm cables plug in; crowd jumpin with a ghetto wardrobe thuggin //
Sipping on sumethin; crowds fit in to watch DJ’s spin in beats bumping and get MC’s to spit something //
I paint a picture; picture faders and a mixer; mix records together like an elixir fixer; in battles I scratch much quicker //
Attach a bunch of stickers to my techniques; heads seek the music that my deck speaks //
Even def geeks bobbin their head to the realness; check the vibe…I know you feel this //
I’m the DJ running the crowd with my music; while MC’s grab the mic and abuse it //
Don’t get it confused kid; breaking originated as self-defense so watch how u use it //
I’m on a Rhythm and Blues tip; incorporated reggae vibes to watch ladies move hips //
What I do is; crucial to the art form; providing the beats while artists perform; crowds spin towels as if I start storms //
A smart norm leading crowds, I’m a rebel in place; scratching and tuning while equalizers fade in the treble and base //
I’ve got another tune ready to lace; as I rock steady the place; needles ‘scratch records’ like a ‘new set time in a race’ //
Don’t go blind by the phase; kids rhyming in ways to get deals as I make artists ‘blow up’ like I was ‘mining’ the place //
Catch Techniques spinning great beats; MC’s spitting more knowledge then the late Greeks //
Where else can u find scraped cheeks on break freaks who spin on cardboard for strait weeks //
Bent up physiques; up-rock to windmills; kids gather around in circles to see skills //
Receive thrills in break tournaments hoping to win so I can pay these bills //
For my crew I led wins with perfect head-spins; busted hand-glides to beats from the east to west side //
The best tried to make heads collide in lyrical wars; kids forgot that I digest pride and spit empirical metaphors //

[Hook]
[A2Z]Look into my being, i bear myself to you//
[RJay]Like Jesus giving himself up, I sacrifice for you//
[Carson Je]tYou speak what you feel, feel what you speak Ill do the same for you//
[MiC Check]Your like water why bother i see through you//
[A2Z echoes]Look into my being I bear myself to you//


[Talking
MiC Check: So there you have it
CarsonJet: Not you see me
A2Z: But let me ask you this…

[Pause]

RJay: Will you ever know me?