[Jamil:]
Make a scene when I step in the door
Young rapper with the dreads, keep it 3 double O
Ain't afraid to write a song, plus I sing on the low
But I ain't even in the mood to do that
Let's bring it back
Take a look at where we're at, cause we're switching it up
Flipping the script cause nobody wants to listen to us
Heard the rappers dropped the ball and I'm just picking it up
Know my cup's been overflowing, I'm just licking it up
Hiphop is in the building, ladies and children
Take cover cause this wack rap is finished with us
I'm delivering these bars, but they aren't kicking enough
Made an album in 9 months, now I'm living it up
So pick it up, pick it up like my name's the Black Sheep
[Who's the, what's the]
Please get at me
I'm out here making seasons, if you're sneezing, God bless ya
Got a hundred million songs
I did it all off the record and that's the Renaissance

[Jah Lyrics:]
I'm the seed, or the rhythm, the rebel, the rhyme
The mixed-breed between time
My father was the Harlem Renaissance and hiphop was like my mom from the Bronx
Man, I'm talking from Doo-Woop to Beatbox
From Langston Hughes to 2Pac
Next for the spot
Young King authors armed with daily weapons over swords
Cause what's a revolution without the Renaissance
Same song, different verse that inspired the Civil Rights
Real life behind these pen-stained bars
Sentenced to life cause with bullets, I write wrongs in cursive with your name on 'em
Can't ask questions before you bust a Cap Lock on 'em
Period, point blank range
Smooth Criminal gunning on 'em
Like they're shooting, aww, made you look
You're a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Music so heartfelt, cardiac arrest flow
5-0 call a crime scene
Murder ink dripping out my mouth
Pages wedged between my teeth
Like a starving artist, I'm about to feast
A political threat jumping up out of these sheets
Gil Scott, Public Enemy, Spike Lee
Last of a dying breed
Count Dracula to the rap game
Sucking it dry and weeding out the weak
I'm at your neck, homie
Allergic to bite-style
You lack heart, therefore acapella the beat on repeat
The rhythm, the rebel, the rhyme
The real, the revolt, the Renaissance
[Jamil & Jah Lyrics:]
The rhythm, the rebel, the rhyme
The real, the revolt, the Renaissance