Soapbox

Uh, check-check-check
 Check-check-check
 Ayo
 Fuck a penny for my thoughts, here's a dollar
 If you can hear me hollar, why they pop collar
 Champaign and combosie
 I press play on a RCA to bring a legend back for the artists
 Stay tuned with the stars, man, design bars, man
 I rock with a passion of fight cause life's hard
 As long as my sky spinnin', and I reside in it
 I define livin' with though slides trippin'
 Killin' innocence
 Fuck a black man's an innocent
 Especially when held by Keen MC's that grimace
 And fuck your thinking, the world's mine
 Your dumb, def or blind smarten up see the signs
 Building fall, but race war we brawl
 Like a new civil war, fuck Bush and Gore
 I got one shot to make it to the top
 Like a runaway slave, y'all better call the cops
 I must be tragic towards the pop culture fabric
 Surreal to the listener, this shit must be magic
 It's the art of war stores trying to sell me on the bullshit
 I'm laced up buckles n belts pens and toolkits
 Building up my city on rock and roll n soul
 Coming back on the physical wax so fuck gold
 Not a soldier of fortune, but believer in the defense
 Protector of the rights, I fight the current events
 Soul so bright, I cause a total eclipse
 Fuck a new order, I became my own sequence
 Individual might with individual sight with hot lyrical mics high intensity nights (try and walk with me)
 Back on the stage in a fiery blaze
 Letting loose the inner sanctum while I conjure the grave
 Resurrecting on cassette 'cause my heart in stone
 Chip on my shoulder 'cause I'm always alone
 And man, it's hard to breathe without fucking up trees
 I zone without the microphone ascribing at ease
 Enoch blest the instro, I let the pen strokes
 Paper knocks close to the fate look at menstros
 Reminisce on way back in the day
 The black face on the screen n those crackers mock slaves
 Fuck a song and a dance, what you get is a glance
 A sharp bird's eye view through black experience
 What a sling be a brake a slug meets its fate
 White prawls on a nigga dick
 Goddamn, my nigga, it's like I've been here before
 Like Polaroid shot picture I've been here for store
 The agonizing truth, just lock me up in that booth
 'Cause I'ma keep on spittin' this shit, it's for the youth
 Young nigga's comin' in young Madurai
 Umbrellak ya head, get ahead in this game, my niggas