[Scratching]
"From Chicago"
"Testament"
"Read the scripture"
[Verse One]
Attention everybody in the rap race because
I represent my peoples with the fat-lace sneakers
Loving fat-ba** speakers
Headphones on my ears
I forgot how they look
Because I had them on for years
This is a fresh one
For graduates the freshman
If your best friends and music collection
You're bumping that raw jam
You can't even talk man
When people are talking
You put on your walkman
Ignoring the nonsense
Listen to your conscience
The problem with hip hop
Ain't really that complex
Studying Com Sense
I see the resolution
When these vultures are choosing
To be culture-abusing
Don't sweat it
They'll get their retribution in the end
Cause the man who has the most when he dies
Doesn't win
See, I ain't mad at all the wack emcees with fat paychecks
I just hate the ignorant fans that buy they fake sh**
What really k**s me
Is the rappers with sk**s
Be saying they feel me
But I gotta pay the bills see
Changes will happen
With the weight of verse and carries
Yo, when you rapping, don't hate a mercenary
Give your blessing to all
I got a question for y'all
Aren't we all decent people just impressionable?
Talk about them and you simply giving them publicity
Don't get me wrong, react strong
Not submissively
And house these herbs
With arousing verbs
Cause you could criticize me using a thousand words
But I'd rather paint the picture to show them how it's done
Cultivate the young
Plus we can't forget to have fun
We gotta give a lot of kids a reason to be positive
Nobody's gonna listen
If you try to tell them how to live
You'll see it in your actions
Subliminal absorbtion
Don't give hope abortion
We can find these lost ones
We simplically multiply
Make whole the fraction
If motivation's tapped in
Then throw in "Resurrection"
Remember how sweet it is to vibe to the beat
And when your heart's in the music then your life is complete
And that's the testament y'all, you better listen
[Scratching]
"Testament"
"Read the scripture"
"Understood"