[Verse 1]
Got bit by the bug a bit about nine
After writing short stories and poems, came time to climb
Mom had him read a dictionary to expand vocabulary to shine
Pops wasn’t there to polish so pre-college, remember hearing, “Yo, Kwame dropped?”
De La kept the Mindstate from Buhlooning
Proving he could keep his Planets Digable
Still the others in charge
So No More Mr. Nice Guy when spitting these bars
This birthed something in the kid whose bedroom window framed the way of life to escape and he did through the pen
Saved his life more times than counted
Words would spill from the heart and spark the fountain
To flood the land ‘til the man had sprouted
Just wanted to silence the doubters who didn’t think he’d amount to a hill of beans
His plan was Unforeseen ‘cause he was scared of his Shadow
Now people started listening to his internal battles and asked if he Got Lyrics ‘cause he moved like a Celestial
But hopped off the Clock just to work in the vestibule
Then he thought there’s One Bar Left ‘til the exit
Hoping for Diabolical Fun when he Captured The Sun
Thinking With His Own Mind, the Logic was Lucid
Falling in the winter was cold are both part of the movement
From then on he was on Autopilot
The miracle of experience was seen prior to his Change In Mantra
‘cause he knew that it was his world to conquer
Now considered one of the best with lessons scripted, some say legend, gifted
Mastered spit so now it’s time for The Transition
Man, listen
[Verse 2]
End of the world or kicking snares and MIDI
Now in control of his sound that spread through the city
Always loved the chops of jazz, played sax as a teen so Coltrane and Parker broadened his thoughts so the music could be
Pete Rock was a killer, Large Pro, Premo and Dilla
Sipping Black Milk to this Organized Noize for a minute
Witness his homegrown squad bomb on the boards and lay the blueprint for the path to follow
Was in orbit when RJ’s first beat breathed
[Przm?], Aaron Evans, Rawls and Ill Po inspired the pen to bleed
But this was a different need, started to fiend for the crates
To create his own canvases for the pieces he paint
And thanks to Bombay, got his first taste of crafting over drum breaks
It was wack, but after that, he was on his way
Saw the beauty in evolution, producing a little music
[?] was the first to purchase a track, now he was cruising from that
A few cats with his backdrops, rocking the spot
Illogic got heat, master [?], now it’s time for the beats to pierce these ears in the streets
No longer one dimensional
He’s part of a renaissance, now definitely a demigod
But don’t be alerted or shocked, he put the work in
Burning the candle at both ends to get what he’s got
Now he’s still learning to get the kick to thump and snare to snap, digging for loops to boost his stock, and now it’s no turning back like