Blackalicious The Blowup

Girl I’m a wizard

Write rhymes that bring forth

Whirlwinds and blizzards

Start early and end it

I’m barely beginning

Emcee warfare I’m buried in the trenches

Y’all lynching all y’all fall captured in the abyss

Deep inside, peeping eat them like I was Brotha Lynch

Revolutionary rhyme style make the government paranoid

Of hidden metaphors wonder what I meant

Cut a vent trough your mental indent[?] thoughts

If you ain’t about this lyricism homie kick rocks

Slick[?] thought patterns. Y’all get ready for the liftoff

Kindly[?] touring kicking deadly predicates [?] sick vibe

Step into your village, set it off with this style

Now you eating humble pie instead of talking shit now

Set it off and give hell, better run and get out

Rappers that attempted me need medical assist now

Get up on it nigga, rollin’ so official

Never let up on it, I’mma flow and blow and just flow

Rollin over that flow, rollin over this flow

Pressure cooker tension overloading

It’s the big blow up!

Everybody make way it’s the blowup

Everybody check it out it’s the blowup

One time for your mind it’s the blowup

Party people in the house it’s the blowup

Everybody check it out it’s the blowup

Make way make room it’s the blowup

Everybody everybody it’s the blowup

Check it out ya’ll it’s the blowup

I blow the hinges off the door

And make the roof crumble

And if suckers want to rumble then I’ll take it to them

Ain’t nothing they can think or say and nothing they can do

Blinder than Ray Charles with rhymes of fury I’ma make it do

What it do, sucker free, spot a fraud and shake a fool

Bring your lady to the battle with your boy I’ll take her too

Take her to my crib and make a plate of food

Pimping while she venting to me what she really think of you

Every time you catch up with my rapping style I’ll make up new patterns

Breaking atoms, while I’m spazzing as I take your crew out

Peasant kiss my pinky ring I am a king to you

Good and thorough putting words together like I’m Langston Hughes

I punish rappers with the things I do, spanking fools

[?] a sound let’s go and hold it down just like an anchor do

Don of lyricism how I rank and rule

Bringing fools to a higher level up without all of the dank and brew

They do what they be doing think I make a new style a day my lyrics stretch a mile a day

Hey but who’s counting on who got the flow and rhyming insurmountable

The pressure cooker tension’s elevating its about to blow up

Everybody make way it’s the blowup

Everybody check it out it’s the blowup

One time for your mind it’s the blowup

Party people in the house it’s the blowup

Everybody check it out it’s the blowup

Make way make room it’s the blowup

Everybody everybody it’s the blowup

Check it out ya’ll it’s the blowup

Blackalicious Do This My Way

I be the first ever Asian astronaut

Blastin’ off, castin’ off

The ties that bind like a smashed guitar

Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park

Chased by a fan in a Tyrannosaur mask

Travel the traffic cop

Past the spot

Where the ostrich got across for the ocelot

What I couldn’t of bought

Cos they wouldn’t a popped y’all

Just for me to cop it one

So I had to be up

I’m going gradually up

Into the galaxy bus

Until I can’t feel my lungs

I pass the family up

I see an enemy’s bus

Saw the anatomy up

I catch the ballerinas

Now I was walkin’ down this one block

Didn’t hear a gun shot

Smellin’ hell or nature

Pickin’ fruit off of a kumquat

Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot

Light upon my innervision searchin’ for an answer

Heredetory, man-in-glory, days of the missle fury inventory took

And while I raise

Rain began to fall from the verbal dance I did amaze all the natives

And the ladies said “You’re crazy – would you love to have my baby?”

And I plays with the chief of the Mohicans and the Sheikh

And travelled everywhere from Delaware way up to Mozambique

Was givin’ praise with the Deacon at the steeple

Spirit-seekin’on the weekend with a tea can and a pair of old shades

It’s such a beautiful thing

This musical thing

When I can do it my way

And shootin’ no blanks

I just refute what you think

A quite unusual thing

Yes it’s a mutual thing

Cos it’s the root of all things, and we aims to be

The venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man traveller

Skippin’ through the brakes on a Wednesday into a city plaza

Tryin’ to make it 20 out of 15 pennies on the after

The cold-hearted world creepin’ on my destiny like salamanders

Enchanters, cos I run their goose and I be the gander

Cleanin’ out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberries

Shinin’ like amber

All of the children told me “Damn you’re an

Answer to our ears and deadly threat that’s posed by cancer”

On Prancer, on Comet, on Cupid, I’m Santa

Got more flow than Flo Jo, while I laugh Ho Ho Ho, got jo jo dancer

Punchlines, I’m a Crunchtime Casper, and a one-time champion for it

A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation tranform

What the heck I’ll come back for it

Gotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwards

We goin’ bobsled off the Himalayas

With the bottle of bobs ?

In a big ol’ box full of the latest compilations

And then we won’t stop til we hit the Appalachians

To the Bulletts Bargain Basement

Then ‘cross the Baltic ocean basin

The ride ‘cross that Oakland night bridge

A drop deposit in the drop embankment

Makin’ cakes that taste like Tecrine

Bakin’ ex-potatoes, raisins, plaintains, M&M’s, peanuts, grape juice

I’m savin’ my pay checks to get my plane fixed why’s that

We goin’ fly all night – stop the propellors and

Jump out of the side with umberellas and

Let’s make them all night the caterpillars that

Take us to the top the Himalayas

It’s such a beautiful thing

This musical thing

When I can do it my way

And shootin’ no blanks

I just refute what you think

A quite unusual thing

Yes it’s a mutual thing

Cos it’s the root of all things, and we aims

A lot of people follow ? and tolerate indeed

About to lead ’em all to battle upon the bottom of the beat

And plant a seed of thought that sproutin’

Like a balance like a teeter-totter

Seen a lot of freedom ? the feat amount to beat the drama

He began to dis

Until the nurse, the passengers had grabbed his shirts

And nothin’ happened assured the captain and the person

But the pressure had expanded, and inertia burst, the cabin burst

And all ’em burgers, blankets, rations, animals and drinks

They flew out

Fleeds a lots of man ?

Climb upon the wall like Peter Parker

Meeter of the creed of darker regions

Darker seasons

These are not the reasons for the grief

And now proceed to outer-reaches

How to keep styles from seepin’ outta me

They flew out

The fusilage

Had blew in time

It stupid to have

The attitude

When you would dive

Into the ground

(Now) if you’d have thought

Of suicide

If you would try

But you would tie

A parachute

Onto a slide

And took a dive

Now who’s alive?

It’s such a beautiful thing

This musical thing

When I can do it my way

And shootin’ no blanks

I just refute what you think

A quite unusual thing

Yes it’s a mutual thing

Cos it’s the root of all things, and we end

Blackalicious Lotus Flower

[Chorus]

Be alive now

Let me open the door

Let the music captivate and make the voices still

And

See the light

See the lotus flower

Spinnin’ around within

Openin’ up all new worlds to explore

Ay Ay Ay Ay

[Repeat]

[Repeat]

[Verse One]

Here we go ridin’ on waves

See the lotus

Creepin’ up without a notice

Make a foe spaz

Dwellin’ in a zone that’s so rare

Really no man

Be up in or try to go there

Outta your head

Flyin’ through the sky on mopeds

Yellin’ oh yeah

Cosmic universal showcase

I’m a go head

Shoot the gift at y’all

With no lead

Get you open

Runnin’ around the rings of Saturn

And some Pro Keds

Screamin’

[Chorus]

[Bridge: George Clinton]

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you

Do not adjust your channel

Keep movin’ on won’t you

We’ve just began to travel

[Verse Two]

Stylin’ infinite and passion

Make me mash on

Till the last song is done

So fasten

Your belt and let’s run

To intersessions

You’re probably stressin’

I didn’t come to rhyme about

Using a Smith and Wesson

We test understanding

Lessons

That come from down and under

Where sons haven’t been born

At my discretion

I’m here to bless ya

Apply the pressure

To get ya

Aligned with mind and body

Party

Syncing

With the bigger picture

You may not get it now

But in the future

You will mature

And join the Craft

And outer sessions

If the music lets ya

It’s just the essence

Of pure common sense

It’s not a lecture

If you don’t make it in this life

I’ll see your spirit

Next time

Screamin’

[Chorus]

[Bridge: George Clinton]

Just let the song take you

To places where the magic

Is going on people

I know you’ve got to have it

Blackalicious The Sun

The sun giver giving sun

Living one day at a time

That I rhyme

Ripper when it comes

He is that inclined satellite

Drifting to the unseen

Patterns of the magic eye

Listeners will succumb

Feel the sunshine

Beaming through the drum line

Newer life

It will reanimate a dumb mind

They used to roll for k[?] by the uptide

Behold the rhythm

See out of the dark it come light

They used to say it was a dark

Where the art spoiled

And rotten we plotting

To regenerate the crop soil

The sun giver giving sun

Come and get it til it’s done

If what you’re living isn’t fun

Get rid of it and run to the sun giver

The sun, the sun giver

The sun, the sun giver

The sun, the sun giver

The sun

Here comes the light

At the end of the tunnel

Here comes the light

At the edge of tomorrow

Before the night

Pray today

Every bit of heart ache

Goes away

Give a little light to try

For a synthesize

I can feel I can fly

Like [?] of a dove

Create a smile

Put in my file

Two sticks together gonna grow a spark

The sun giver giving light

Living life

Make it brighter when it’s dark

Put these rhymes inside your life

Shine like a bright light

Shine in the light might

Mightier than high tides rising to new heights

Heights rocking like a light lightning bolt

Life it might strike

Y’all it’s pain and struggle, hustle

Work it out and fight fight

Paint a picture on the canvas

Make it something nice

Right through any obstacle

This season is our fight night

Bright lights, big city

Night height

Tight passage

Write masters smashin’ through

Put on your hazard lights

Like every thought you feeling in this world

Is all inside

Every moment you gotta be reborn as you die

Sun giver come hither listen to the drum

If you got a little rhythm

You can step out of the slums with me

Come get this daylight if you’re living in a slump

Plow son if what you’re living isn’t fun

Please get rid of it and run to the sun giver

The sun, the sun giver

The sun, the sun giver

The sun, the sun giver

The sun

Here comes the light

At the end of the tunnel

Here comes the light

At the edge of tomorrow

Before the night

Pray today

Every bit of heart ache

Goes away

Here comes the light

At the end of the tunnel

At the edge of tomorrow

Every bit of darkness fades

And only sunshine remains

Give a little light to try

For a synthesize

I can feel I can fly

Like [?] of a dove

Create a smile

Put in my file

Two sticks together gonna grow a spark

Blackalicious Paragraph President

Paragraph paralyzer rhythmic aristocrat

Mister rap it’s the gift of gab about to twist your caps

Swift the fist so fast fury worry hit the switch ya ass

It’s ‘n bits ‘n fragments so midget quit this diss ya ass

Sit ya ass down while I rip the tracks and spit the facts

Hit the grass, green, brown, or purple I’m the diplomat

Rip your raps, really you don’t get the math

Just to have, grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap into that

Fire breathing, rhyme heathen, kidnap your mental black

Hijack your fly dap or con head your intellect

Mind state, arrow blast, center crack, mind gaps

Blind from their eyes back, send ya back crying act

Up pencil pad, my utinsil grab thine attention

Get hit so bad with two jitsu stabs I abid you

And if you rap I’m a send you back rappin in a tavern

If you mad kid it’s just too bad

Tell ’em it’s the…

Paragraph president

And it’s official you can hear the cheer coming up

Paragraph president

I want to thank you all for attending my inaugural ball

Paragraph president

As a special treat this evening

I have asked America’s foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us

Hit you with the funk it’s like, “who cut the provolone? “

Government officials put taps on my mobile phones

Nations overthrown hold my own on my zone

Prone to leave your dome blown poem after poem homes

Jones for the tones rome with me turn your motor on

Overall this war just just got it goin on

Overgrown child never growin old so when knows pokin notes

Till the never nose ho overdose

On my flows those flows goes deep

Hold your nose bros knows foes yo don’t sleep

Slow your row, show my soul, total hold

Domination don’t ya know

Under comet like Muhammad with the verbal rope-a-dope

It’s the…

Paragraph president

He’s been sweeping the nation with a hard hitting campaign

Paragraph president

As a politician he regards himself as a national compromiser

Paragraph president

And so mister president we urge you to do something about the deplorable

State of our nation

I pledge allegiance to the pen and the pad

And the mic and [?] of America

And to the republic, kiss my ass

Thugs fakin, actin hard to get this killer beef that was given to me

I must bust for all

Leave your city burnin like Gamorrah

Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera

And I’m a animal animator landin a

Blow cleaning clocks nothing left for the janitor

Punching through your granite a good will ambassador

From another planet I could kill and smash ya up

And it won’t stop and I can’t stop [?]

Can erupt and it does had enough amateur?

A rammin ya feel the goats horns slammin ya

Ham it up every single time that I stand in a

Crowd of emcees backin up when I’m actin up

On a frenzy after ya yellin, “that’s enough! “

And it tempts me, that it does, and I’m glad it does

When I flip see spatula style’s stackin up

Many big threes rappers on never catchin up

Passin up, ride passenger, is it black enough?

Spectacular! Now you know who’s attackin ya

Crackin up mashin ya top mind capturer

I’m the…

Paragraph president

Blackalicious Inspired By

First crime I would commit

It was a misdemeanor

No loot on me so I had gaffle

Step in the arena

Musically, I fell in a trance

I thought of X2C, but

He said “Is this as fresh to you

As this is fresh to me, bruh?”

Then album by album I get cds and did some refer

Consistency. Essential beats and rhymes. This shit was ether

Went from them battle rhymes to trying to make a dope LP

Thanks for the inspiration

Those departed, rest in peace

Inspired by the ones who do it for the love of the game

Inspired by the fly moves you set it off in the game

Full inspired by the creative forces that reign above the globe and saved the day

Inspired by the culture way before we all could get paid

Inspired by the greats who made the classic music we played

Inspired by the fans who came to see the music displayed

The styles unfurl in mass array

I never knew

(I never knew)

A singer could

Be like a tool

For grounding spirits

To the truth

Every living

Ritual

A tribute to

A mystic mover

For the first time

I listened to it

I was so high

But not on thai

It was like I was speaking through it

On my job

Felt like it was a day off

From the Natural Mystic in the air that left the Sheriff lost

In the essence. No question

The timelessness lives on

Thank you for the inspiration

We forever jamming on, too!

Inspired by the ones who do it for the love of the game

Inspired by the fly moves you set it off in the game

Full inspired by the creative forces that reign above the globe and save the day

Inspired by the culture way before we all could get paid

Inspired by the greats who made the classic music we played

Inspired by the fans who came to see the music displayed

And styles unfurl in mass arrays

It’s Blacka singing

Thank you for the inspiration

It’s because of all of y’all we doing more than just a day job

Yeah, this took awhile

We thank you for your patience

Every time that life is sucking, you remind and motivate us

That this is for a purpose

So after drinks are purchased

And all the bubbles fizz away the cream will always surface

Thank you for your inspiration

Until further indication

We keep murdering the fake

Until it’s done and OVER!

We are inspired by you

We walk in your footsteps

We stand on your shoulders

Now we reach to levels that never been touched

Adrenaline rush whoa we’re inspired by

Inspired by the ones who do it for the love of the game

Inspired by fly moves you set it off in the game

Full inspired by the creative forces that reign above the globe and saved the day

Inspired by the culture way before we all could get paid

Inspired by the greats who made the classic music we played

Inspired by the fans who came to see the music displayed

The styles unfurl in mass arrays

Blackalicious The Craft

[Chorus]

This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe

This style, they say music gives new life

From a source inside that is forever flowin’

This stage, this mic, this crowd, this show

This life, I’ve been given a gift tonight

And for that, I vow to be a vessel

[Gift of Gab – Verse One]

I didn’t have to be, given the gift to rip

I’ll never master me, I know that it’s from Him

or Her or It, dimensions that sit

Waitin’ to sift through me, I fall short, still it hits me swift

I didn’t have to see, I coulda hit the lick

I coulda drifted it quick, I coulda quit so quick

It’s really a trip, I guess I was picked

I don’t know what I did to deserve a ride like this (Damn!)

I didn’t have to eat, I coulda been so thin

I didn’t have to be, quoting these sentences

I didn’t have to reap, the work put in but then

even the work in itself was such a blessin

I didn’t have to see, the planet lip to lip

I didn’t have to make, a livin’ writ to writ

I didn’t have to dream and then begin to live it

And for that, I vow to be a vessel

[Chorus]

This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe

This style, they say music gives new life

From a source inside that is forever flowin’

This stage, this mic, this crowd, this show

This life, I’ve been given a gift tonight

And for that, I vow to be a vessel

[Verse Two]

I give thanks for my rhymin’ ability

I don’t front like it’s not a responsibility

I can open a mind, if the youth will listen to me

I’m not goin’ to front, like I’m on some killin’ spree

and as hard as the times are, God is livin’ through beats

that come not from minds, but that travel through spiritual reasons

Some of the time, I feel like, it’s not even me

No mon-ey can buy gateways to infinity

Still I’m hun-gry to shine, when I know I should let it be

I want but I have, every single thing that we need

So help me align self with soul and then I’ll be free

To sculpt and design verbal styles and experience freedom

[Chorus]

This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe

This style, they say music gives new life

From a source inside that is forever flowin’

This stage, this mic, this crowd, this show

This life, I’ve been given a gift tonight

And for that, I vow to be a vessel

[Chief Xcel samples]

“Let go, do what’s in front of you”

“Then, let go, then do what’s in front of you”

[Verse Three]

This ain’t leisure, although it feels

It is a duty, a way to live, another way to give

Another way to just, have communion

With the source of the sun and moon and, a way to pay the bills

Displayin’ skills, I take it REAL serious

The vibe’s so mysterious, not just one more day to kill

..and I could lose my connection

if I do not respect it enough, fffade away it will

Day to day it gives energies

That replenish me, if I believe and I say it will

and act on it, ’cause action is the key to freedom

Only way to be a leader, lead by the way you live

[Chorus x3]

This Craft, this beat, this rhyme, this vibe

This style, they say music gives new life

From a source inside that is forever flowin’

This stage, this mic, this crowd, this show

This life, I’ve been given a gift tonight

And for that, I vow to be a vessel

Blackalicious Fabulous Ones

Super fabulous the patterns have been uplifted

Smoke a chalice with the maddest and the most spliffted

Turn the alphabet to calculus and flow swiftly

See the matter of the fact is that I’m so gifted

Due payer you do say-a

Behead a terra formin in a toupee

A true player who moves layers of earth

Showin you are officially ridin with the crusaders

Check it

I go hawaiian on an island in a phat tepee

Then down in colin for some dining in a black three piece

Im intertwining and aliging with a mack thesis

The tongue of iron rule the lion of the rap species

I go abominable all up in you snow igloo

Clockin the dollas goin all across the globe tourin

All over the followers of doubters I’ll be cold doin

The diabolical infallible that’s most cruel and

In come the fabulous ones make way for the fabulous ones [x2]

Super fabulous the patterns have been updated

Wanna battle youll be baffled at the stuff stated

Drowning in the shallow waters of the rough raging

Verbal canoe with no paddle heading up state

I got a home made of chrome got an iron maiden

Etchin poems in the stone with a wire cable

Im the lone wolf who dont condone violatin

And when its on im leavin domes steady vibrating

In come the fabulos ones make way for the fabulous ones [x2]

I love waitin for rappers to arrive baked

Is my nature so smile now and die later

Cause yall fakers is nothing but some cry babies

That’s why im writing out your citations

Check it

Im riding shottie doing gotti dirty work spiffy

In an impaly with a dolly and her skirts skimpy

The verbal scholly make you holla you get hurt simply

Cause the holocaust end all across the earths empty

In come the fabulous ones make way for the fabulous ones [x2]

Super fabulous the patterns have been upgraded

Triple stamina commando get your hut raided

Couldnt handle it you panicked and your luck faded

Keep on yappin out your trap and ima duck tape it

See we been doing this since you was in a wet diaper

Confusing as a rubix cube to the dense cipher

Intuitive just like confusious in your next life

Or a new addition of a ludricriuosly vexed sniper

Pursuin moving units influence the next writers

Student you ruin because you’re truant before your test biter

Bloomin and movin on in unison

Consuming the consumer

And you and your crew’ll be implented as ‘west siders’

In come the fabulous ones make way for the fabulous ones [x4]

[Sample:] welcome to a new kind of listening experience

[scratch out]

Blackalicious Twist Of Time

I remember when we all was geeked

Hit the button press play and hear all the beats

Every passer-by stopped so they all could see

The fulfillment and the fruition of all they dreams

Back then it was so much fun

So many laughs, so much ganja, so much rum

Fresh out the b with plans to get so much done

Livin’ in the college Town with so much young

Enthusiasm, everybody focused to win

Where I was from everyone was smokin’ to grin

This new heavy struggle never ended it seemed

Till I woke up to the fact that I was livin’ my dream

Now I’m going everywhere: London, Rome, and Japan

I quit my day job, bummin’ and broke to havin’

A glimpse a small slice of the American dream

Now life is feelin’ better than I thought it ever could be

I think I’ll go with this…

Looking back, some will climb

The futures unknown with the twist of time

Who come bearin’ lessons and gifts combined

In the mental hidin’, begin to find ’em

Looking back, some will climb

No one’s a mistake they’re just not aligned

And life can be great when you hit your stride

It’s the blissful ride of the twist of time

(Out on turn on the TV)

All of us they threw our song on, MTV gettin’

Interview from Who[?] and Lala

The crowds aren’t static when we on the stage

Doin’ our job, we winnin’ now we doin’ it

It’s time that we go all out – rock rock rock

Rockin’ the stage showin’ utter command

And the first time in my life, loanin’ money to fam

Crew expansion out the wood-works people comin’ to jam

Accolades from my heroes, damn how cunning is

Advocations out relaxin’ places livin’ in life and study

Spendin’ the cash and maybe livin’ the nexus

Really I’m feelin’ blessed and very limited stress with the

In-consider hearing from the I-R-S… Damn…

Looking back, some will climb

The futures unknown with the twist of time

Who come bearin’ lessons and gifts combined

In the mental hidin’, begin to find ’em

Looking back, some will climb

No one’s a mistake, they just not aligned

And life can be great when you hit your stride, it’s the

Blissful ride of the twist of time

And now the world is very different

It’s bug when you start to see your young relatives get big

I blew a lotta dough but now I’m grown so hey let’s get it

I’ve tampered with my health

But now I’m workin’ on redemption

Songs in the key of time as it keeps twistin’

It’s a roller-coaster ride so hop on before you miss it

And it feels good to be healthy, grown and so gifted

Time will move we goin’ with it

Music flowin’ so infinite – lookin’ back!

Looking back, some will climb

The futures unknown with the twist of time

Who come bearin’ lessons and gifts combined

In the mental hidin’, begin to find ’em

Looking back, some will climb

No one’s a mistake, they just not aligned

And life can be great when you hit your stride, it’s the

Blissful ride of the twist of time

Blackalicious Give It To You

[Chorus: Gift of Gab and KWEEN]

Rhyme for rhyme and line for line

The lyrics from the mind that’s prime, arrive on time

and rip into you fine as wine, sublime the kind

of spitters who would shine divine

with rhymes and life, is what you make it

Rhyme for rhyme and line for line

The lyrics from the mind that’s prime, arrive on time

They rip into ya night to night, recite the type, of written

Come inside the light, tonight’s the night, we give it to ya

[Verse One: Gift of Gab]

Comin’ back to stay, when I rap this way

Blowin’ minds wit’ these lyrics out my fact-oray

That are practic-ally, on some maste-ray

Show you all how a funky record has to be

Not to toot my horn, I’m from Californ

It’s the +cheese+, not the kind that’s grown from cows in barns

But the kind that meets your needs in like a thousand forms

As we dance to the ever flowin’ masquerade

Homey, pass the J, homies pass away

Over pride when another nigga blast a K

Evil thought hearts chilly, Dickie Dastard-lay

All his people mourned deeply as the pastor prayed

Come though from out of town, you wouldn’t last a day

All they know is long money and assassination

Get it now, not tomorrow, don’t procrastinate

This is my grind, verbal slangin’, I’m a master fate

In a drastic way, this is class so pay

Close attention, write all night ’til I gasp and faint

Get my people out this struggle of that Section 8

If you want it, hey we got it, you don’t have to wait because…

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: KWEEN]

Golden voice wit’ style, spirit poised for power

Definition of a goddess, I’m a poster child

As I boast about, here’s a dose fo’ trail

Evil spirits don’t concern me, tell the ghost be out!

Shine my light to dim, all the spite within

Competition, ’cause at times, I know we frighten them

All we really wanna do is give some sight to them

All my people, New York City to the coast of Cal

I’m the toast of towns, I’m the cat’s meow

Movin’ faster than your mind, come and catch me now

Niggaz see me on stage and wanna ask me out

I’m the true original never a hand-me-down

When I flash no doubt, know that ass is out

Nefertiti, Mama Zulu, try and pass the Nile

Take your breath away it’s like you’re catchin’ asthma now

In this verbal marathon, you couldn’t last a mile because…

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Lyrics Born]

Lyrics Born to rap, I put it all on that

Twelve years deep, my foot ain’t comin’ off the gas

We walk the chosen path, close the culture gap

O.G. like the Figure-Four the Boston Crab

All across the map, beyond the almanac

You see the backstage posted lookin’ so relaxed

Lady wit’ me, open toe, lil’ shoulder bag

Hat tipped just a bit, ooh she cold like that

Where my ballers at? If you can call it that

Potna’ both you and me know that shit is boulderdash

We see right through yo phony ass like youse a holograph

We so real, when they see us, it’s like they pause and gasp

Cat’s lookin’ like they see a flyin’ saucer pass

Cross they arms, turn they heads like they was Ultraman

We gotcha whole clique surrounded in a cul-de-sac

So baby get ta jump-ropin’ over a broken glass because…

[Chorus]

“The Craft”