You got Hip Hop secrets that your soul can't keep
Bass line stroke your psyche while you sleep,
It's so deep
So steep,
One step at a time you creep
But that view from the summit's gonna make your dreams weep
Well, He's a Rebel Runnin' Vegas like a lobos
Swingin' line to line up on this beat like Bonobos
Syllabus don't find a dollar soon,
He'll be a hobo
Repeatedly smacked below the belt
Now that's a low blow
Bustin my chops
But you won't attend the show tho'
Lacking comprehension
Let me put that shit on slow-mo
Rollin with Q
Got that soul
Let my shine glow
Don't believe it?
Well, I caught it on the go pro
Phat Panda beats shined up and now they Rolls Gold
Hit the 7th floor and Scoobaliscious get your mind blown
Just like back in the day
But now we all grown
So much has changed
Man it's crazy how the times flown
You're sittin' two steps from heaven
Three steps from hell
What direction are you headed?
Man, you never can tell
Intentions all good
A life full of shoulds
Can't look into the future
But you would if you could
Set the plan in motion and I kick it full force
Released the new album, five mics in the source
Wait...that was just a dream
Seems to be the theme
It doesn't really matter
Still go at it full steam
They said you couldn't do it you're a middle-aged man
But I'll Never let them critics go "making me their Stan"
Get me a witness
Put the mic in my hand
Let them haters get a listen, it will help them understand
The poetry's cerebral
Simple and it's drastic
Speaking from the heart so at times I sound spastic
Completely in control when I spit enthusiastic
The dopest "D" shit since Slum Village Fatastic