InI - Mind Over Matter lyrics

[Hook] I-I n I meant to verify Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write (x4) [Grap Luva] Pay attention cause my focus is not that of a clown I gets down for mine when I astound you with my rhymes It's like that in the years of the 9 InI comes though with the rhymes divine What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell? No-one son You can't run; you got to stay and listen Cuz the the mission is this, to be hittin' em', with the real flavor all the time Yes indeed I'm (the G to the R-A-P four square freestyle specialist) Poppin' the mic But can't you see that I'm rockin' the mic Shocking MC's because they don't know how to write Comin' clear and precise with the rhyme device Mathematics manifest, so chill don't test It's no stress We do this on the reg, you know the time Speaking to the people that matter, with my mind [Hook] I-I n I meant to verify Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write (x4) [Rob-O] From tall tenements, streets suspense, loss innocence Check the events; it's all evidence That this life is intense with all the bullsh**, and nonsense And kids predicaments, got me convinced When your pockets is bent, you can't accomplish nothing Brothers is frontin, and y'all b**hes do is want something I think it's time to get this microphone line and get known for mine Making my own sunshine Aw yeah, living life without a care Go from dope rhyme sayer to major player But avoiding the scene cause it's deceitful Paranoid in the cream, but I needed to feed my peoples Rob-O's at the top of the list, you thought I'm fallin' But back the hell up; Im still ballin' Since I rather watch your confidence shatter While my pockets gettin' fatter Puttin' Mind Over Matter, like that [Hook] I-I n I meant to verify Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write (x4) [Ras Luv] His - imperial - Majesty I'm coming in clearly Stay preaching to my peoples so they must hear we I kept verses on stash since Elementary Revelations occurred so I became a Natty A New Age Seeing the eyes on stage, giving microphone checks and then it's time to engage To turn the page, just to see a darker shade Of African ways being displayed I made the grade when I cut the fade Now MC is my trade I use to get the bills paid So yo save your shade, and your thoughts of misbehave cause these are the last f**ing days So like Ace Duce Tre you pay and I scoop up Another beat move up while the rhythm erupts So I give em' the funk which is the chord to the batter Rhymes over beats equals the mind over matter [Hook] I-I n I meant to verify Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write (X8) Hot stop, non-stop 'bout how I hip hop Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write (X3)