P .A still the word to play
Still the first word heard when you play a
Still is what you can't be if
Wide awake, third eye, movin' rapidly
Act or not, but still a span of action stock
Capture words and tap your nerves
To make them slaves to the rhythm
If you listen, you'll be settin' them free
Self -save your behavior, the
If it's just, I see the equality over quantity
If it's no fool's goal, not a problem me
It's much more than a job for me
I'd be more than a temp to see
Dedicated 5 % represent the
FYI, this beat album three
TP triple threat, never run empty
Seeker, where the place to be?
Seeker, save a space for me?
Where the spot get big and it come fall?
Matter fact, turn it up so you're all here
Been on the job since 1995 and
Set back some pitfalls I survived and
Will leave a diamond in the
Green with envy as the next man made it
But I remain unfazed, unfaded
Setting the tone like a plague
Before bills get paid, skills get honed
Yeah, cause right here be the
Cause man listen, while youth listen,
we go from transition to fruition
It be the same old mission
to a place where knowledge is self
It's promoted by the records being
pushed by the people with wealth
And the bass aquas, junk food rappers ain't
the only ones recognized up on the shelf
And the people in the club got a chance to dance
to something that maintains self respect
Cause the people in the booth with their ears on the
youth really care about the music that you hear
When you let the radio die stage
Matter of fact, turn it up, pour the wave
Appreciated, anticipated,
even though it's still underestimated
Get up under the influence of the
most fluent students of life
who we seeing isn't celebrated
Get up under the undercurrent
The most potent, important,
From a place where the taste
Get your good foot up on the good ship
Crash and shift the set sail round trip
From the mind to the lip to
Never mind the blind leading the dumb
To the only ones left from
To the deaf and dumb give the hopes up,
You in a place where we skipping over
The worst part where the land so desolate
And the pessimist stuck on stressing it
And the outsiders that make a mess of it
Just a hereafter, the next
I know the mic sound right, fuck testin' it
I just get on the beat and
That's the intro, enjoy the rest of it