It's alright to dream just wake-up before Crude, rude reality comes along and has you swimming up stream Everybody bent on "get the dollar, get the cream" Profit first, conviction last Guess that's how the globe spin Currency reigns supreme, I'm in a whirlwind These thoughts wrapping up my mind like a turban Now why is everbody (w)rapping like it's Christmas? And getting signed in no time Tell me, what is this? I'ma turn it all back to the essence With a little bit of wit, class & effervescence Taking you aback with the musical essence Dropping knowledge you acknowledge Now here's the lesson, check it: The microphone, I wreck it The sucker clones, I school 'em Like microphones, I check 'em They're gone like no one knew 'em Claiming to rep the real Yo, cut that bull-spiel Messing it up for dudes that do it like it's nothing to it
[Chorus]
Yup, and when I feel the need I let myself go Open up my mouth & let the words flow Yup, and when I feel the beat I let myself go Open up my mind and let the words flow
[Verse 2]
Average MC is a commodity to me That I occasionally would eat just like a creature from the sea With every single sentence make you wanna cop a plea Now who should be the judge? the p - e - o - p - l - e The jury, unanimous votes - you get the rope From a grim reaper sleeper keeper - wait, with no cloak A stand-up guy telling the truth and no jokes Don't be fooled by the punchlines I'll hem you up like one-time Plaintiff and defendant of this Hip-Hop when I rhyme A bronze medal boy with a golden era vibe Like I-N-I, De La - of course the Village and the Tribe You shooting for a buzz - heavy influence what I strive for Got grammar galore and so I scribe some more You hungry for the money 'til it becomes a chore And then you start to question what you're doing it for Instead of trying to deal, still you choose to ignore That bit a conscience fighting against the nonsense I got the package, you got the items You lack in content, you got a problem Assess and then address it Now here's the lesson - check it: The microphone, I wreck it The sucker clones, I school 'em Like microphones, I check 'em They're gone like no one knew 'em Claiming to rep the real Yo, cut that bull-spiel I rep the league of dudes that do it like it's nothing to it
[Chorus]
Yup, and when I feel the need I let myself go Open up my mouth and let the words flow