[Intro]
'Cause on the mic I gotta
On the mic
[Verse]
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
See me feel the Tony Sopranos
As the panic attack us
I try to map it with the
Pen
When did I start to depend
On judgmental men and women
Who descend
From the weak and meek
Want to come for the family
Even my own flesh and blood
Have tried to handle me
By handing me
Deafening blows to my sanity
Like in year's time
They won't be grabbing my salary
How can it be?
Real love is so rare
I got friends who truthfully
Won't even dare to care
In my slumber
Parties I wonder if
Spinning this bottle of rum
Is just another
Coping mechanism
Like the jokes and lyricism
Hoping the prophecies of Monasticism
Are fulfilling
The self
Health, wealth and top shelf women ain't nothing
Unless my religion
Needs the Monk spitting
Twist and shouting
I hear my train a comin'
I'm throwing the towel in
To ride to Shaolin
Climb the mountain
To the apex
Sweating the tech of Rakim
Amen
Renounce my pursuits
I'm 'bout this spiritual
Living and kung-fu
As I enter the chambers
Beginning with the beats
To the voice, flow, topics to hooks and rhyme schemes
And finally
In the bottom of the 35th
Wordplay got me built like a monolith
Tough tongue like an Atlantic columnist
So sharp I cut through anybody's lisp
And I don't want to trip
Fix my vision on the greatest of all time list
So timeless
I'll mime this
And still be sounding the flyest
Know a God MC has gotta stay pious
At peace
Until I'm released
Back into the hands of the beast
Out the Monastery
Straight back in the world
Back to these friends and back to these girls
Sounding like
[Interlude]
Son of a b**h
Would you just stay with me?
Stay with you?
What for?
Look at us, we're already fighting
Well that's what we do
We fight
[Outro]
On the mic I gotta
'Cause on the mic I gotta
On the mic
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers