Envisioning the hereafter, listenin to Steve Wonder
   On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
   I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
   Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
   That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
   It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
   At times my going forward seems like retreat
   As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
   Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
   There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
   Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin freedom on pages
   My third eye is like pink eye, seemin contagious
   Redeemin the ancients with ageless rhyme jargon
   I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
   Don't give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can't honor
   It ain't that you sellin, it's your karma
   Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
   Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
   The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
   Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
   My mind of flow is like motor key 20
   Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
   Hollerin at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man
   Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
   As he described how the bucks hit him
   And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit him
   This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin
   I said it's here
   It's here (*echoed*)