We’re here... We’re here...

Chorus_
All through the city streets they callin’ it quits,
All due to shitty beats that’s all in the mix –
Real emcees resort to radio hits,
Fake lifestyles for sports and video tricks –

Verse 1_
Lights, camera, action! Show at the Helm,
Mics, sound check, attach decks – roll film!
Dancers to Rappers – from Actors to Role Models –
Half of these cats end up broke – back on the bottle,
Cold Hollow – sick planet that we live in,
So foul yo – You get taxed for having children!
Family plans usually scrapped or change
When mammary glands lactate before she graduates –
And baby daddy? He probably out chasing dreams,
Playing patty-cake with a crowd of lady teams!
Shady deals – Oh what we do to pay these bills,
You ate a meal – your record label made a mill!
We’re here… We’re here…

Chorus_
All through the city streets they callin’ it quits,
All due to shitty beats that’s all in the mix –
Real emcees resort to radio hits,
Fake lifestyles for sports and video tricks –

Verse 2_
We lost in a mind-game – that cost 6 billion migraines,
Too much tell-lie-vision sauced my brain like Cyber-babes,
Time-Space fabric slowly ripping open –
I’m learning to defy gravity through firm focus!
The future’s here and still the vets persevere,
The Golden Age is resurrecting from the rear –
Coming back with Boom-Bap and soul-stories,
Plus Electro for my Robot Armies!!
The new flavor – most cats are scared to fuck with
Move over – Sharpa’s here – prepare for the raucous!
I’m part speech therapist – like Audiologist
Rock the crown of my Dad, past Kings and Conquerors,
It’s no surprise – I’m at war – exposing lies
Open your eyes, and so will I roll the dice
It’s no surprise – I’m at war – exposing lies
Open your eyes, and so will I – roll the dice!

Chorus_
All through the city streets they callin’ it quits,
All due to shitty beats that’s all in the mix –
Real emcees resort to radio hits,
Fake lifestyles for sports and video tricks –

Verse 3_
My sixth-sense, always buzzin’ off the meter,
When kids pretend to show love when the meet ya
Jealous fellas, steady plotting your demise
Cinderella’s step-sisters in disguise!
I sit with Elders, around a camp of new recruits,
Who spit splendor – trashed the tennis shoes for boots,
Burn the fire – train in beat-rooms, produce -
Take you higher – kill snakes like street Mongoose,
In corporations, I sledge-hammer glass ceilings –
It’s motivation, to edge past the trapped feeling,
Of being stuck, in sticky bubble-gum industries,
Cheating us, with thumb-suck songs and trickery,
Wicked Wizards – eating children like chicken gizzards,
Street symbols, and rituals to worship lizards,
The Media – the root of many money evils,
They feeding ya, dissolution soup and poison sequels!