[ Featuring TomFooleryBeats ]
I listen as I wait to christen the beats of God
Stepping through the fog I hit the stage
Freshly freed from my cage I vent the rage that enslaved my brain
Through those endless days of pain
Trapped in a world with only lyrics as my outlet
I feel I've overstepped the line
My outlook was upset but not on this step
Because I take it step by step going tete a tete
But I stay within my depth don't overcommit
Because I'm at the tip top of this hip-hop
Sitting in the clouds with flip-flops
Away from the punk rock and the hot rocks
And the holes in your socks yo
I reminisce way back to 1984
Before that twinkle in my dad's eye left me at the front door
Crawling and bawling passed away into this sprawling
The pages filled up before I started talking
Then early one morning I broke into a live rhyme
Staggering my peers because I'm ahead of my time
They thought I was joking as I started thought provoking
But my ears started smoking and the onlookers were choking
That was when I knew I had a dangerous skill
To think of lyrics that are ill and keep rapping until
I combust yeah into a ball of fire
Smacking lyrics left right and centre into your eye
Out into the light of the stage I've stepped
To provide another level to this hip-hop set
The words form a shape as I begin to meditate
The people hear and rate this scene that escapes
The depths of this fathomless pit that is the eight
Bars or so of this tune that takes the weight of my heavy lyrics
Which drip with live knowledge
Attained throughout my life not in some poxy college
Because I concentrate on my aims and don't play games
I rise above shame fame and what the jealous claim
It's irrelevant not elegant so I'm triumphant
Now I sit back switch the roles and play the huntsman
