[Intro]
   Yeah, for the world!
   Keep going so you can(yo you can rock on)
   We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on)
   We keep going so you can (yo you can rock on)
   We keep going
  
   [Verse 1]
   Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
   Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
   I hustle at a speed between greed and need
   On the streets where intuition and weed are breed
   Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
   My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip(q)
   In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
   Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
   Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
   You the Ray J Of this rap world
   I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
   Grand like Auto Theft 3
   Style so developed the law cant arrest me
   You walk with blood on your shirt
   Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people
   See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle
   I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do
   And bleed thru the needle with truth
   That needs no preview to proof its in the people
   And how they react still in the business of smacking
   Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites
   attract my mind state is black
   Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap
  
   [Verse 2]
   Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples
   My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal
   Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols
   I spit thru gang wars and strange doors
   Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war
   I see niggaz with flags who they waving them for?
   I'm the nigga that you put the chain on the door for
   The nigga that you started changing the laws for
   Orator of hard-core and more
   My raps the portal for the blue collar
   Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars
   I'd rather listen to silence then you holla
   Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama
   My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy
   For truth your a decoy
   Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy
   I fall down and get up like Don McClerken
   Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I'm trerkin
   Break it down like herb
   The nympho of info I'm fucking what you heard
   You ain't ready for war your stuck in the reserves
   I mastered my high so I'm bucking at the birds
   I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words
   For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge
   Get your own you see its like home grown herb black economics
   The people we serve with Soul Power