in the beginning it was written given 'em the gift of speech
the whole planet of one language once shifted tongues twisted 
vernacular confounded out of chaos the ascension
in the end there was emcees, ladies and gentlemen your attention please
behold the soul-journer soul burning close to post-doctorate degrees
who could believe that I could drop topics, still keep the mic hotter than oxen
shot with toxins in tropic equinoxes, you're gonna need some top optics
to see where this is headed I set it consecutive in effect we're all indebted
some will get it some regret it can’t sweat it can't let it mess with the message
embedded - less to be expected no need for a radio edit, I come clean
relentlessly hittin’ tracks spittin' facts that's unseen
a testament to proverbs 21st of 18
the same mouth that speaks death could bring life to being
this poet slash philosopher slash warrior trichotomy
distinguish the astonishing linguistics labotomy, the big bang of hip-hop astronomy
views askew reviewers confused trying to decide on what they’re calling me
seeking autonomy from these wannabe playboys and godfathers
gotta be something else, know what I mean?
caught between genres cant figure which I belong to, an underground mentality, mainstream mantra, old school with new teachers east to west coast the news reaches skeptics and true believers accepted eclectic shock that’s rocking through your speakers lewd to pleasing, shrewd to beavis need t.p. to see me -- I mean truth perceivers
take that to your memory bank, deposit it just got my H.I.P. test back – its positive
the second installment immersed in verse-atility already planning for the trilogy
the return of the king  as per the words that’s filling me yall killing me hardly
with this garbage, in this soul-liloqy I wont go willingly like Bodie at Bells beach
I’m tellin each and every piece of stardust, what we do with it, it’s on us
given the opportunity - abuse it or choose to take it I knew there's few that make it
i refuse to lose patience in this music mutation, clues to evolution
through and through you'll find it's still Rhyme & Revolution
a mutually inclusive euphony fused like science and religion, the lion and lamb
an unusual alliance of wisdom and recognition trying to make music
with a universal vision - rhythmic intuition
grammys to grandmas to the hardest of thugs false prophets to agnostics
all of the above i don't care, yall are gonna feel it big cities to small towns
firemen to clowns, retirement homes to clubs we’re all related
different circumstances, all got the same potential
90 perecent of the game is mental, 99 percent of media got me feeling nauseous
more than peace of mind I'm searching for peace of conscience
funny what they do to get the money, I’m wondering why we don’t defend
our freedom the way we defend our country
might be kinda weird, might be your worst nightmare
more likely it might be just what you've been dying to hear
the writing’s on the wall the outline is done
no man could ever make a lightbulb to outshine the sun
so you can have the cars, cash, and cribs - its all terminal
looking to book a venue where I can rock mics eternal
the chances of me selling out? check the specs
about the same as hip-hop radio playing anything but sex
they wont play this - it don’t arrive wrapped in green paper
but rather rapped in facts in tune to the creator
so yo push the vox fader way above unity gain usually sane
but holding a mic I'm butane setting fire to disguise exploding exposing these frauds we’re all the wiser, in this conversation of lies
pardon the interruption like wilbon and kornheiser
I’m gonna be here for a while - this is only an introduction