Ya. its so hard to remain authentic Everything is round me in changin Even the earth is movin in two different places In the united space, but one thing remains the same till the end of time i think i'll remain....
[chorus] Im a b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
From the top of the highest summit, again we run it. A hundred and forty four shimmering lights stunnin to quick for the human eye to catch a glimpse You know pimps cannot convince with bigger attempts of emcee’in, blowing word to the wind, While we conscend to limit the sins and pretend We’re still human, when if fact were only half, the other path extends infinity do the math I try to laugh, but they pull me down like crabs in a bucket With hands in my pocket, I don’t really laugh Heaven only knows, the ???? keeps invading the flows that turns black pros To white foes… Your just supposin have you heard my words moving at light speed and getting blurred. It’s all so incredible decibles at glance standing in a b-stance
Im a B-boy standin in my B-boy stance
This one leads the way… Now cut it up, cut it up back to back, on the wheels of steel, cut it up back to back
Elevate, Meditate, eliminate-thoughts from my past keep knocking upon my gate Shouldn’t let em in, the answers not to debate But to observe the debating and then we can understate
Yo party people listen up at the drop of dime, They took cameras to africa for pictures to rhyme Over old.. yes, the great pretenders Religeous entertainers who want to be life savers Damn.. another dollar for the mind, another cold ??? hoping They can’t find, they can’t copy or get pictures with no lines, I guess it’s just a case of the blind leading the blind But, I’m flippin and steppin and rockin the roll, take the control Payin my tolls, whose in control? I’m playin a roll so people will remember that I’m just a servent of rap, hopin to bring it back