Hold on, hold on, Rash
We tryna teach them how to rock with hip-hop
I understand this is the jazz festival, but come on, man
This is not hop-hop
Hold on, there's this part on this, it's gon' come, bruh
We gon' get 'em rockin' with this, check it out

Yeah, yo, take that bitch back, Dummy
Take it back like this, come on, we go...

Envisioning the hereafter, listening to Steve Wonder
On a quest for love like the Karriem drummer, uh
Ah, I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
Your lady, used to run up in her and G weed from her
Dummy just summer, yo, yo
Going forward seems like retreat
I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
A thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps
Ignore MCs like beeps, scribbling freedom on pages
Third eye is like pink eye, seen and contagious
Redeeming the ancients with ageless rhyme jargon
Feel Mexican, hip-hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you charting, certain shit I can't honor
It ain't that you selling, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large but haven't grown
Poetically perform live-bys, another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for money, coulda 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
Hollering at the brothers, you gon' be a thug or a man?
Flip drugs and get land
I can see my man was tired as he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked with him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was coming
It's here, it's here, it's here, it's here...