Tell the people what you're here for It's the message in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic, aight? I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype I'm type crashin', down like a meteorite I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks With their fictional fairytales and frail a** hooks A lot of sh** has happened, since I started rappin' There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin' There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds For your mental, spirit and physical temple Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin' it Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it Your state of being, becoming advanced through it While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason I used to always like to hang out Now I lounge in the rest writin' bombs while tracks bang out I know you peeped me in the club then But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin' It's the message in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?