Diares of the Scene

Lyrics

[Intro] When it comes to creating hip-hop (when it come to that) When it comes to writing music (when it come to writhing rhymes) Don't feel restricted by a theme Don't worry what you're gonna write about (that comes later) Don't force your hand (don't do it) Don't force your mind (take it easy and flow) Just feel the beat and let it all flow (let it all go) I'm about to show you how is done (look man) I'ma show you how to do it No theme, no nothing [Verse] Am I the one that brought the storm in? My pieces are flying together forming my attack Is an announced super silent, there's no warning Thеre's no limiting incredible deeds I'm supеr human No more toxins or smoking tobacco or meat consuming No experimental stages with drugs, just food and healthy sex Away from all them chickenheads that's working hard them chickenheads The streets is filled with diseases of all kinds On a mission for reaching and teaching with raw rhymes These creatures have soft minds recruitment of more scalps I'm cold as the permafrost in the ground of the french alps So hot at the same time, so hot that the song coal Got smacked cuz your song wack got jacked cuz they lack soul I'm watching them unfold no learning from they mistakes Dollars is raked as they fake it to make it and take cake Long time since I felt great, long time since I last smiled It's been eight long years since the birth of my first child No disrespect to the smokers indulged in my share of pot But I was lying to myself thinking weed made me write hot Make up for lost hours got haircut and lost powers No way out like the victims that leaped from the twin towers I have put masterpieces out and classics in the streets Still can't afford to put a decent pair of sneakers on my feet Still can't afford to do a damn thing it sucks that I'm still poor But one day I'll have enough resources plan a real tour My souls is pure but still there's a percentage of you born to hate How can you not realize that I was born for something great? How can you just stand there and judge without a gavel? Tell me what you gonna do, when the word of my greatness travels Damn right I'm causing trouble aware that I'm being shadowed I'm an old man already partook in my share of battles I don't give a shit (uh uh) I don't give a crap (nah) I don't give a crud (nope) Keep on lying motherfuckers drag my name through the mud The truth will eventually surface as vindication That the purpose of my soul that the purpose of my creation's To serve hip hop like food on your plate as I pile on heaping's time Is creeping, no safekeeping can't weep in eternal sleeping I been peeping my surroundings with a high degree of scrutiny You bet your candy ass that I'm orchestrating a mutiny Ain't no sense in shooting me everyone loves a martyr Won't touch dirty dollars or money yo, I prefer to barter Progressively things get harder, so hard that you start to soften Y'all obey without question and bow to they throne often Up creeks where they find you bloated you're floating from rigor mortis Slow and steady wins the race is a myth told by swifter tortoise To lie to the slower turtles, this girls is the mostest fertile Underwear's completely disregarded crotch-less be the girdle (girl laughs) Everywhere we reproducing young men at the gym be juicing It's a war for the minds of the people the people loosing Many different types of using not so much now intravenous Cuz it's cocaine that's mixed with Viagra, the vein then shot in penis Rising from the ash a phoenix in my blood to persevere I take news along a grain of salt, cuz I know they sell fear Everything is so crystal clear symbols hidden in our faces How is it the features vary so much in the master races? Black, Caucasian, Asian, combination I'm Hispanic Carib, Arawak my ancestors settled in the Atlantic Euphoric and close to manic ingesting tons of they toxins They done sold us out like judges when many pacquiao boxing We slaving away like oxen, they whipping our backs, it's working It's the hidden hand cathedral, basilica shadow lurking Evil brotherhood connected by the bloodline of the rose As Mary Magdalene stood naked for the canvas painting pose Come out to some of my shows one day you will get your turn I'm plucking from out the crowd, disciples that's quick to learn No ashes for me in urns no sticking me in the ground Leave me at the highest point of an Indian burial ground And let the crows peck the sun bleach bones don't cry or make a scene Through songs will always live on they're diaries of what I've seen [Outro] Every song is just an extension of myself Every track an introspective look into my psyche You wanna know who I really am? Listen