From the I-95 to the Autobahn I dig grooves and rhyme tracks like the art of form The rain might stop but that don't mean the water's gone It's kind of deep huh? well this is that sort of song The kind of sh** that will make your whole life mind toss To recognize you ain't that small or that large To make you understate, humble, yet headstrong Enough to tell a motherf**er when he dead wrong From the Marizano Bridge to the Golden Gate I put the pen to the pad and I procreate To put the rhyme to your mind in a sullen state and intoxicate... here let me demonstrate Page one Chapter one Game one Live one Win some Lose some Game from Live from Lands bid Fans get Open when a man spit Friends get Gotten from the verses that I transmit Damn kid Fought by Elders that Walk by Young jake Mind state So fly Thought high Whatnot Cause my In a mind's eye make Me able to bring the rain, hail, (where you coming from?) snow every day and night Worldwide, nationwide, statewide, citywide Live state traveling Turning' up the living wide From the New Museum to the Guggenheim You could set the time to a J-live rhyme Without a phone, 50/50, or a life line Ask the audience whose music you incline Cause from the Adirondacks to the Himalayas I cross landslides varying my naysayers Ask Buffy who the real vampire slayer The ten percent advocates never had a prayer Well every Euphrates river or the Harlem river Every song your spine shiver blue spark giver Every liver got to live here for my rhyme quiver You set the pace here have another taste Page two Chapter nine Game seven Live still Maintain titles like?demanay? refills Drop that science like cartoon anvils Bring the competition to a motherf**ing standstill And will Never chill Even when I top bill Think, use change Cause the saws higher range Got range like rovers over lands Be a man, woman, and child Recognize, extra large (where you coming from?) types, size Worldwide, nationwide, statewide, citywide Live state traveling Turning up the (where you coming from?) living wide ^ 2x