Soapbox

Uh, check-check-check

Check-check-check

Ayo

Fuck a penny for my thoughts, here's a dollar

If you can hear me hollar, why they pop collar

Champaign and combosie

I press play on a RCA to bring a legend back for the artists

Stay tuned with the stars, man, design bars, man

I rock with a passion of fight cause life's hard

As long as my sky spinnin', and I reside in it

I define livin' with though slides trippin'

Killin' innocence

Fuck a black man's an innocent

Especially when held by Keen MC's that grimace

And fuck your thinking, the world's mine

Your dumb, def or blind smarten up see the signs

Building fall, but race war we brawl

Like a new civil war, fuck Bush and Gore

I got one shot to make it to the top

Like a runaway slave, y'all better call the cops

I must be tragic towards the pop culture fabric

Surreal to the listener, this shit must be magic

It's the art of war stores trying to sell me on the bullshit

I'm laced up buckles n belts pens and toolkits

Building up my city on rock and roll n soul

Coming back on the physical wax so fuck gold

Not a soldier of fortune, but believer in the defense

Protector of the rights, I fight the current events

Soul so bright, I cause a total eclipse

Fuck a new order, I became my own sequence

Individual might with individual sight with hot lyrical mics high intensity nights (try and walk with me)

Back on the stage in a fiery blaze

Letting loose the inner sanctum while I conjure the grave

Resurrecting on cassette 'cause my heart in stone

Chip on my shoulder 'cause I'm always alone

And man, it's hard to breathe without fucking up trees

I zone without the microphone ascribing at ease

Enoch blest the instro, I let the pen strokes

Paper knocks close to the fate look at menstros

Reminisce on way back in the day

The black face on the screen n those crackers mock slaves

Fuck a song and a dance, what you get is a glance

A sharp bird's eye view through black experience

What a sling be a brake a slug meets its fate

White prawls on a **** dick

Goddamn, my ****, it's like I've been here before

Like Polaroid shot picture I've been here for store

The agonizing truth, just lock me up in that booth

'Cause I'ma keep on spittin' this shit, it's for the youth

Young ****'s comin' in young Madurai

Umbrellak ya head, get ahead in this game, my ****