[K. Sparks]
I used to bump that Illmatic in my tape deck
South Jamaica Queens, salute the Kings out in Great Neck
Afraid to be gone, stardom is wack, clever missing too
Radio's on pardon my back, I don't listen to
Waka Flocka Flame, sipping vodka to the brain
Plot a lot to be the king, it's like my block up on the train
Rocks up in the Range, licking shots they pop to bang
Only piece from Jesus, nowadays be in they chain
I put my faith in these pages just like it's biblical
Last days, blast strays, yeah it's getting critical
This a funeral, it's hellafied and realer stages
I got 'em all in check, verified Twitter pages
Now who the nicest spitting lyrical strays
Now my pockets full of profits like them biblical days (I'm saying)
Nobody can stop me, HTNC, humble's the new cocky
And Kendrick Lamar, he set it off what he think
No offense to him but, I don't care what he think
And all these rappers took the bait cause they ain't thinkers
Sneaking in they little bars, underage drinkers
Ya'll see the logo, call me Mr. Polo
Ya'll sloppy with the flow though, papi that's a no-no
Bout I'm on like I ripped that paper, boom but I'm in but I ripped that maker
I wanna know why would I flow I wanna go, but I take that make that maker
Can't defeat us in blizzards, storming with lizards from wizards
Cause ya'll in danger like cheetahs that's running with scissors
Is it the physics that give it, thrusting the motion of civics
I tend to switch it so prolific, then give it the pivot
It's like a hooptie, got em, problematic hoochie problems
When I'm on beat, bring the funk dog, Bootsy Collins
Why worry, couldn't get on my page if you owned a library
[AWKWORD]
You couldn’t get on my page, if you owned a library
Couldn’t ride my wave if you were Slater comma Kelly
Rednecks, drunk spit, hate Obama on the telly
Mandatory minimums, don’t apply to commissary
In dozens of states, guns, we don't apply to carry
You think this is power, that trigger make you scary?
To the state apparatus, just a nigga Davis comma Larry
Fuck them and they status, the blacker the berry
But who am I, guilty White dude, don’t trust my neighbors
Never felt right in White school, the Space Invader
From that trace of vapor, from the tree to the paper
To the totem poles and scrolls, that's what we are made of
And before we meet our maker, we be lighting these papers
Before they come and take us, we re-writing those papers
Take razors to the pages, celebrating our rapists
Spark lighters at the writers, who made them famous
While the rest of Generation X is still at Cambridge
I’m the Bear Jew, squaring off at those who chained us
Always felt right to swing a Louisville at haters
But the truest revolutionaries, remain nameless
I’m a rap safe on stages, 'til they assassinate us
CIA tryna kill us, call us agitators
That means we’re doing something right, c'mon, aggravate us
The code's hard to unfold, like old packs of NOW and LATERS
Now and later, here’s the message: we superheroes
We beat-down, pissed off, 9-to-5 zeroes
Who want a better future for the young people
The Sgt. Pepper's Lonely version of The Beatles
Put down the pipes and needles, we fight sterility
A bunch of white hoods with torches, talk civility
The revenge of the Invisible Man, there's no killing me
Psssst, I’m not conceited, I just struggle with humility
[Shakespeare]
I struggle between humility and being conceited
My heart beat is syncopated to the beat which I'm speaking
I'm just a beacon of light for all the people I'm reaching
I'm just a deacon for the Invincible Dream that I'm preaching (real talk)
I had to give them something to believe in
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
So I speak prophetic verses for whatever it's worth
Cause in the hood I've only seen the weak perish in dirt
Until my name's called I'm fine in Heaven on Earth
So I pray you cherish my words, remember the verse
Cause I do it to inspire, do it cause I'm flyer
Got to do it big, if Ye can do it Through The Wire
I do it as the spark so the youth produce the fire
But even with the best intentions they will crucify ya
My only true desire, improve my circumstances 'til my nephew feels excited
To whatever his heart's consent, and in his favor, all the odds are in
So regardless of his hand, his cards will win
And that's a different world, Kadeem Hardison
But why lie? I want the notoriety too
I want the fame and success, yall admire the coup
But that'll come at the expense of my privacy, dude
Cause everything on TMZ isn't entirely true
I'm as sharp as the graduates of Ivy League schools
Could've signed to a major and tried to recoup
But I learned to follow my heart and not society's rules
So take my little jewels and apply it to you
