M-1 of dead prez - Exhibit M lyrics

[Intro - DJ Drama] I mean, we can agree that balance is necessary, right? We can agree that some of this sh** done got out of control, right? We ain't gonna take it too far left, though. We gonna stay street, stay revolutionary right here in this middle lane [Verse 1 – M-1] Yo, imagine me with no imagination No imitation. It's Exhibit M… it's my improvisation Hope I improved on what you thought was impossible My impersonation of myself is mythological Emperor Imhotep—I am a saurus I'm a monk up in the mountains, meditating in the marshes Importing that magical forest, smoking that Mary Jane Self-medicating myself. This world is so insane I put my emphasis on things more important Yo, it's M. Jordan imparting wisdom with my performance I'm Immortal Technically speaking Immaculately conceiving Hit you with that Swahili greeting I'm the one between the L and the N Motherf**… Oh please excuse, I get excited I'm against the M-N-F-N system They immobilize the marches of the movement And imprison many people Now they monitor the music Making martyrs out of you and me We ain't getting Emmy's or no Oscars or no Grammy's It's the same old inmate to the Uno The emblem is the panther, not a pimp And my woman is an empress if you ever get a glimpse My impression of a moron is an empty minded man For an imbecile, d**h is imminent. Understand? Murder one. Master knowledge, but my mama says, “Mutulu f** around and get impaled. Yo, don't let the smile fool you Leave a mark on your monument.” f** the X and the Y. The M gene is dominant M-M-M-Malcolm and M-M-M-Mart-Martin