No Question Rely on same information but my ears don't bleed Wait for flood waters to recede before we stampede Live by assassin's creed transposed to soul of MC Hands fold and bend knees, Actions seem empty, hollow gesture, remain secular Speculation of demise tries my patience Like Whiteboys in Bucktown concerned with race relations People just swoll' wit all that rent you raisin' Been 10 years since I spoke of .44 casings The way time evaporates is just amazing. Await a new dawn son, but without childish eyes Expect reality so perhaps we won't shine Rub away the grit we still covered in grime Just past my 3rd deck, I'm hittin' my stride If it's true what Nas said then we here to revive What I spit is HipHop, not yours to decide. While you're writting your blog, I'm straight chillin' outside What you see as crime, Just a means to survive What you read up in books, I learn from crooks that confide Original thought is one not derived Idea of being real is you don't run and hide Know your role when you speak I'm the Griot and the Scribe. Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!) Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!) Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!) It's in how we dressin' In every sentence. (2x) No Time to reminisce, would rather resurrect respect for this artform we bless We viewed as useless, wicked concept I refuse to accept. Lies used to keep us in check and separate, succumb to intellect of this learned vagrant. Make direct statements reflect your own hatred Little held sacred, life took as payment. I break it down for the laymen. It's the same dream we chasing, same breath we wasting. We tend to lock horns but son we all poor A Black President don't ensure the sun shine. A rich President represent his own kind. As it stand now, the blind lead the blind Deconstruct what you fed, formulate, redefine. It's our nature to resist, to confront, redesign, be it beats of these rhymes. Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!) Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!) Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!) It's in how we dressin' In every sentence. (2x) Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!) Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!) Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!) It's in how we dressin' In every sentence. (4x)