i feel like i wanna get blu up on this beat
kick it with him talk bout how he blew up on the streets
so soulful, feeling happy? you're supposed to
for rap I'm still hopeful when its back ill say i told you so
almost sixteen when i wrote this song
a new age time to flip open a new page
but as i put my hand on the paper, I'm hesitant
afraid of whats a head, will i be homeless or a president
the only thing thats evident is that the futures hidden
nas said it was written but i fail to share his vision
I've been given decisions but my heads about to open
a fissions division is triggered by a bad omen
my missions to issue my message across the oceans
I'm a magician i brew up these awesome potions
listen to my lyrics get in a righteous mood
speaking to my spirit i know life is good

shout to nasir, the rhyme engineer
wasp mr shakur, the one we all adore
kicking it with mr wallace, flows so flawless
chillin with marshall, even smoother than a car show
put me in the mix and the shit you gets extraordinary
all the greats, you know its extraordinary
throw in lanky, you'll always see us tanking
all the greats you know its extraordinary

you know its extraordinary
ill go back and listen to this when I'm old an weary
but the thought of me like that, its sorta scary
when I'm alone at home ill just have mr monotone
drone on and on, every song till I'm gone
my face will be wrinkled, my mind will be sinful
and down there i won't be able to control my tinkles
i will be confined in a chair or a bed
have some one to confide in that cares for my red
i hope it doesn't emerge as a haemorrhage
hahaha and as i pass on my heritage
ill look back on my marriage and look ahead to future times
tryna conserve my happiness the thinking of a moochers mind
who's divine? me, i think i grew to rhyme
my only flaw, how i can't resist how much this food combines
into jubilation, but this accumulation
of mastication is as unhealthy as my habits of masturbation

*hook*