| All I need is a beat with a continuous loop |
| And a live vibe that’ll hypnotize like the flute |
| Along with somethin' that’s rugged by nature like the forest |
| Composed like the symphony without a chorus |
| A place with the path and trail that you follow |
| With the wood where you drive your nails, but too hollow |
| Far from reality with a slim chance of gettin' back |
| Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps |
| Nothin' but the driven raps written in my notebook |
| Inspired by the cap and the gown that’s on the coat hook |
| Prepare for the chemical rush, somethin' new to cause |
| Your heart to race, but it’s tangible to touch |
| Associate with those who are consumed with beats |
| Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat |
| You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us gather around |
| And form words every time they meet |
| Allah be a born, Cee Divine, equality |
| Father, then after that, there’s the G O D |
| He or her, I Islam, then justice |
| King of kingdom, love, hell or right, we still exist |
| Master, now in, power the queen |
| Rule of rulers, self of save, the truth of the square, the saint |
| Universe, victory, wisdom, unknown why |
| Zig zag zig, and now we’re back home |
| I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips |
| And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip |
| Corrections for mishaps, errors or mistakes |
| Fly raps for beats and pop and lock for breaks |
| A legend in my own lifetime from one rhyme |
| That was specially designed from the hook to bottom line |
| Shines like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop |
| With specialized handcrafted tools |
| Couldn’t buy this hardware, so don’t swipe your card there |
| Better yet fold your hand, 'cause you holdin' the wrong pair |
| One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights |
| But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes |
| A live wire, known as the dragon that spit fire |
| Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers |
| Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop |
| Is all in my genes, the pattern is seen in every stitch |
| Allah be a born, Cee Divine, equality |
| Father, then after that, there’s the G O D |
| He or her, I Islam, then justice |
| King of kingdom, love, hell or right, we still exist |
| Master, now in, power the queen |
| Rule of rulers, self of save, the truth of the square, the saint |
| Universe, victory, wisdom, unknown why |
| Zig zag zig, and now we’re back home |