Let this beat knock! 1st Verse: Got me reaching for that higher ground Cause im seeking that empire sound A beacon beseechin the region ta keepin the weekend quiet down (pause) (haha just kidding) Turn it up! bout to tell you something Bout to break all your a**umptions Bout to show you why we call this musical conjunction A break in the fake is the way ta negate On the state of the hate that is sayin to wait While they later debate on the state of the fate While the state is innate why they wait at the the gate Just waitin, scared to go in Like most of yall when I prepare my flowing But for real though, cause they scared of what might happen Of reaching for higher grounds then they fall back on their back when The grip isn't tight enough, and you know that if you high enough That if they fall they'll lie in dust because you know the sky is tough So they hate on the guys who did it Say they wack cause they wit it But I just don't think that you get it You think this sk** you need to check my spoken word Im tired of all yall looking for that broken verb And all these rappers talking about how they be smoking herb I guess it goes to show not everything that's spoke is heard Not everything that's spoke is heard That's the word word 2nd Verse: The section of the lesson im stressin is that obsession Goes was beyond your actual a conception of progression If that is your perception im regrettin everything im letting out in this session Cause if so my bars would be arrestin confession and pointing towards perfection Why is there pain in this world, because you can't have an exception When you really think about it man, we're the infection The k**in of viliians appealing to healing until when The greatest most chillin of villains is you or your children And this is the feelin youll have when the floor gets close to the cealin Cause I ain't tryna win votes, man im tryna win souls When I hit the Brick its sad how many times Ben Folds Cross over of life might get your ankle broke Cause that's how sin rolls The definition is set to listen to repetition The rest is fission that let the vision get pushed aside So I invest in wisdom not impressed with prison Or impressive dissin of the mission in which I will abide A guide to the ride iv shy'd from as a youth Inside they hide a lie that they tell you is the truth But I the guy that walks with pride to the booth Inside where I try to show you I am the proof So I'mma just gonna dance the rest of this one out In the studio... AKA dorm room, peace