Doors

Make 'em clap to this
 Attempt to motivate the activists
 The buzz about town (will) produce volts to power your amp
 Reign it in – damp roots will blossom
 A few were talkin' 'bout the sprout when the Two were still Awesome
 Sun lit the sky and identified the Scion
 '95 burns hot in the hearts of rap purists
 "Put in on," big brother, transform
 My generation of b-b-bubblers has gone flat over time
 Daily distractions of the 8-track mind
 If I stray, punch me out, for real – be on the button
 But word to La Rock, swear you aint gon' stop for nothin'
 Mecca bound with the 4-pound – promisin' yall the payoff
 The black steel rocker throughout the age of chaos
 And brothers on my jock for the way I hold it
 Take it in, cousin – this right here's the moment
 Still "steppin' to the a.m."
 A half pace short of dawn-break – you take trade in's?
 Stakes is high – my mistakes ante up with the best
 "Stay alive, all thing's will change around" – ahh yeah
 You're test of faith will make mountains outta rock piles
 The 'voodoo child' will chop it
 Jimi's diggin' cats – Mr. Hancock. 'Rock It,'
 And affluence influenced the hustle, I can't knock it
 Believe me if you wanna, but I'll tell you this much
 I bet you all your dough they live longer than us, because
 Only the good die at age 29
 'My Philosophy' was born in a 'New York State of Mind'
 Confined on the island with no moral support
 To make a long story short – it's 8 million others in the city
 And you prolly aint got time for this one
 You keep checkin' the shine on your wrist, son...
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 Bum rush the platform, son – doors are closin'
 When time's frozen, you don't wanna be late
 Departin' sharp for one last run to get you open
 I'll forever hold my token, stand post by the gate (X2)
 They said 'never no more,'
 But it seems the suckas teamed up to hold court
 The 6-man providin' relief for any starter
 Count stats by the quarter – we're takin' back the order
 I swear upon the text of the revelation of Kings
 From Hollis, Queens – learned to walk without strings
 Easy on the cut – no mistakes allowed
 Cause to me, "MC" means "mentor the child"
 Step into the realm and you're bound to get taught
 Tell me Grand Verbalizer; what time the lesson start?
 Sharpenin' my tip so my mark's made heavy and dark
 Indelible upon your skeletal parts
 The apprentice to the mad scientist up in the lab
 It's the art form – these scars were born under scabs
 Evidence of life represented by the ankh
 The body returns to dust; the soul to the South Bronx...
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