[Intro By Nona Hendryx & Nelson]
I was barely breathing
You were hardly living
Until now
Ooooh now
On the verge of being
I forgot the reason
Until now
Ooooh now

(Blue skies...with every hard time
I pray looking at you sometimes
About my destiny to be precise
But then I realized a consistency in ur replies
That the truth lies way above the true tides beyond which my eyes can find)

[Verse 1]
Sip On The Hen as You allow the Music To sink deep..
Cry me A River
And Your tears Might make my sink deep
Think Deep
.. Wayy
Outside the Boxes ..
Ironic.. How Boxers prefer shorts than Wearing the Boxers..
And the Soul Music ..
Iznt connected to the Soul food
Im satisfied
But the dope is never about the Dopehood..
Thats Free Music ..
And they say Music is Not dead ..
Its alive so just use the M I N D instead
I bled .. I read all the
Shakespere
Plays n books
I could
In school
I never acted cuz i n***a was always true
And that means no new Character
Smack a n***a hard if his acting up
[Verse 2]
I ain't got a story to tell. Dont get excited
Im pissed of half as much as you are my team divided like a pizza
And we too proud to bring the slices back
Planning out a life and its a shame to see us sliding back
It takes time to get back in line
Dont need to be a victim it ain't a must
Its your decision
We hear the talks and the warnings
But then it seems like we yawning
So i keep wondering what is it that the youth is missing
This is a country that needs the young people to change it up and make it a place for good living
So if you old or you young you say strong coz now we gonna heal the world!

[Verse 3]
If you ain't got it forget it
My n***as will spend this like its nothing
Money making business we started counting
Way back in 19990 something
Dont remember when it happened
But I know it did
Mine is to focus and keep on rapping
Because this is like a level of greatness
My naggers rate this beginning with five stars
Ain't no way you could degrade this
Or break it fast with coffee or even a claw hammer
Y'all say you're emcees? ill wait till y'all hammer
[Verse 4 by Hurricane Fizz]
Daniel in a den of hardened lions crawling out
Mike Jordan soaring over you dwarfs
Balling out
Who you calling out?
Certainly not me. You probably thinking thats quite gee
Wanna throw jabs huh? Cool. Pay your fight fee
Cos I dont fight free and I dont fight clean, dirty dirty
Dreams of popping ace in the VIP with thirty birdies
Battle rap
I bring the peace to your mind like its meditation
Have you drinking on your own blood
You could risk acceleration
Poor as Clark Kent but plan on being rich as super man should he go rogue
You naggers sweet as coco
You know my mojo, plain clothes though
Ain't trynna look fancy
Grey polo, black tee on top of my head
Be where the snaps be
Patiently waiting while they hating and debating
Pace - takenly tailoring greatness on instrumentations
Pacing and anticipating payments for when I slay them
Its all celebrations when you finally proclaim you made it