[Verse 1 - Memnon]
I ain't finna fake for these peckerwoods
Not from the hood
Unless you count my spot in DC, shoutout to Kennedy
I moved over Minnesota Ave, next to Benning
Low-key spot, cuz this was only the beginning
Let me give you just a brief an*lysis of the genesis
Chose a harder path after hearing constructive critics
Scolded most of the fallacies championed by the preacher
Molded mental an*logies into destructive sentences
Honestly man, I'm sick of this
'96 Jeep riding, 9 to 5 simple sh**
Actually I love my whip
I'm more concerned with the lack of funds in my bank account
Hard headed n***a like the Juggernaut
Smoke alot of weed, it's a big part of my budget
My dad says it's going down the drain and I should plug it
Man, he might as well be the boys
He faking it like McLovin'
I'm rolling it by the eighth and dissenters can f**ing s** it, Look
Hook - Memnon
Mind of an emperor, Stoic in my philosophy
Dropping knowledge now because hesitation is not for me
2014, through meditation and lucid dreams
Nature Boy lives to challenge the possibilities
X2
[Verse 2 - Memnon]
Now listen up
I'm from a small town fifty miles away from here
I made it here
Only from exhibiting my sk**s with a textbook
Chosen by a college to perform, that's a good look
But then I studied hard outside of scripted curriculum
The knowledge that I gained left me pissed and delirious
The lack of accurate information is ridiculous
Eight point Richter, my delicate equilibrium
Was smashed faster than some herbs by mortar and pestle
Oatstraw with the horsetail, n***a the stinging nettle
It helps with circulation
Rhyming syllables to help with the birth of a nation
Until then, alchemical mental transmutation
Will have to do, producing proof in my own basement
A couple brews, my homies done crushed the whole case
The battle plan is a risky one man its so crazy
The aftermath of the struggle is pick your own placement
[Hook - Memnon]
Mind of an emperor, Stoic in my philosophy
Dropping knowledge now because hesitation is not for me
2014, through meditation and lucid dreams
Nature Boy lives to challenge the possibilities
X2
[Verse 3 - Memnon]
Strain Gang, draped in metal and fiber-optics
That's word to Brother Bey, yo I'm chilling with Mother Nature
Dogwood slab for breaking down elementals
All night lab, my product is quintessential
I use the pencil, to free the mental, they want a minstrel
It's building up, I'm 'bout to blow like some Coke with the Mentos
I'm presidential, They need to wake up
I check my pay-stubs
f**....I'm going to work today bruh
Perpetual cycle the spinning just won't stop
Orchestral recital I'm sick of the bow-tie
I harden up my face like a dosage of Botox
The cynics can throw rocks but I'm headed for Fort Knox
This life is a long one and you shorten it with decisions
Our spirits are strong, sometimes we weaken them with religion
Faith in a blind state in what openly wants division
Apologies to my sister
I'm hoping you'll see my vision