this is what we want to see happen
for my peoples still breakin
I rock the mic right and exact
Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time,
Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia,
Deeper than petroleum jelly,
we in the air like conversations
on celly and just appear like
after givin birth you had to let go,
The Manifesto, here comes the beat
because I said so keep pushin
I got the cushion for the seat of your soul
Back in the day they stole our smile,
so we clothe our teeth in gold
and we frontin, from nigga to kid,
It's wild dependin on labels
all that's seen and all that's heard
So when Tek be in constant
while Kweli speaks in tongues
to get your intellect drunk
yo we bound to take over the 90% of
your brain that you ain't usin
Every shook eye ain't seen,
Ain't no rest for the weary yo
establishes a hip- hop order
Movin upon the face of the water,
Aiyyo all the real MC's can meet
like the moon we on the Earth takin
Now Son we only just begun,
and the journey's far from done
We all miss you, what your brain gone
fishin like Walter Mosley?
There's an MC that can hold me,
No one could come close to me, only,
the family really know me
Hip- Hop's last hope like
Through your tunnel vision I'm
shinin light like a train
Comin out like earthworms
when it rains, bringin it
like the C.I.A. be bringin in
crack cocaine bailin out of planes
with the George Bush connections,
like I'm sellin izm, like a dealer
Supply and the demand it's
Niggaz don't sell crack cause they like
Niggaz sell crack cause they broke,
get concious minds provoked
and ghetto passes revoked
cause we surrounded by the evil,
you know that the people's minds
is feeble they believe in it,
even if it don't make sense
see what's goin on around you,
either you widdit or you ain't
is what it comes down to,
my Third Eye is steady watchin
From open mics to solutions I got a
just like the Black Panthers
One: First respect yourself as an artist
If you don't respect yourself then
Two: Make sure your crew is
cause when them niggaz fallin off
they gonna bring you down too
The power to Move the Crowd like
and don't ever be blunted
If you don't know what your words mean then
Five: Kick facts in the raps,
What's a curse when language is
Six: We gonna fix industrial poli- tricks
Shit they made an artform out
Seven: We soldiers for God
So if you rhymin for the loot
but Eight: Acknowledge that
you need food on your plate
In order to say your grace make sure
your business is straight
Nine: We buildin black minds
keep the subject matter relevant
and write some concious lyrics
I'll say it again, every MC find you a pen
And drop some concious shit