The who? Oh it's wrinkle face, MC 30 +, serving up a baked verse with some crusty cuts
FMD and P swinging double uppercuts
In sync, double dutch, clusterf** of words in a dusty box
Buckle up and take seat, racing through these empty streets
Getting groovy with the beat
Moving with enormous speed, warp through hip hop history
B boy first – then a money hungry tendency
Energy is the key to unlock the culture
Innovative rappers sacrifice fame at the alter
Alter – alternative – learn to think outside the box like a
Modern Copernicus
Earthly sh**, from the ground up, mount up
On godly aethons
Crowd respond when I turn the sound up
Came in the door – said it before – should never let that hype magnetize you no more
Some people think I should retire quick
I say go eat a dick – I' still here
My mother says I'm too old
But I tell her that experience is gold and I'm still here
You might think that rap is for the young
Well I only just begun – I am still here
In the booth still there – at the venue – still there
Still flowing to the beat cause I still care
Talkative trendsetters are never talking 'bout me
Don't wanna know where I keep the key to my amputated physique
Don't wanna know, why I never seek luxury
Why I wear this old moth-eaten sweater and possibly
Will never be on front covers of fashion magazines
Adidas and Nike are just brands to me
Branches have leafs and leafs fall off eventually
Read between the lines of the fashion industry's debree
Bring the heat to companies that keep telling lies to me
Leave the ads out of sight, nothing for me to see
What ‘s to belief – when you try to persuade me with a dream
That I already dreamt – I know all the important scenes
Attraction, interest, desire and action
I will gather the ma**es from one little fraction
Not an Internet rebel posting pictures with captions
Not an idealist just want something new to happen