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[Verse 1] Got bit by the bug a bit about nine After writing short stories and poems, came time to climb Mom had him read a dictionary to expand vocabulary to shine Pops wasn't there to polish so pre-college, remember hearing, "Yo, Kwame dropped?" De La kept the Mindstate from Buhlooning Proving he could keep his Planets Digable Still the others in charge So No More Mr. Nice Guy when spitting these bars This birthed something in the kid whose bedroom window framed the way of life to escape and he did through the pen Saved his life more times than counted Words would spill from the heart and spark the fountain To flood the land 'til the man had sprouted Just wanted to silence the doubters who didn't think he'd amount to a hill of beans His plan was Unforeseen 'cause he was scared of his Shadow Now people started listening to his internal battles and asked if he Got Lyrics 'cause he moved like a Celestial But hopped off the Clock just to work in the vestibule Then he thought there's One Bar Left 'til the exit Hoping for Diabolical Fun when he Captured The Sun Thinking With His Own Mind, the Logic was Lucid Falling in the winter was cold are both part of the movement From then on he was on Autopilot The miracle of experience was seen prior to his Change In Mantra 'cause he knew that it was his world to conquer Now considered one of the best with lessons scripted, some say legend, gifted Mastered spit so now it's time for The Transition Man, listen [Verse 2] End of the world or kicking snares and MIDI Now in control of his sound that spread through the city Always loved the chops of jazz, played sax as a teen so Coltrane and Parker broadened his thoughts so the music could be Pete Rock was a killer, Large Pro, Premo and Dilla Sipping Black Milk to this Organized Noize for a minute Witness his homegrown squad bomb on the boards and lay the blueprint for the path to follow Was in orbit when RJ's first beat breathed [Przm?], Aaron Evans, Rawls and Ill Po inspired the pen to bleed But this was a different need, started to fiend for the crates To create his own canvases for the pieces he paint And thanks to Bombay, got his first taste of crafting over drum breaks It was wack, but after that, he was on his way Saw the beauty in evolution, producing a little music [?] was the first to purchase a track, now he was cruising from that A few cats with his backdrops, rocking the spot Illogic got heat, master [?], now it's time for the beats to pierce these ears in the streets No longer one dimensional He's part of a renaissance, now definitely a demigod But don't be alerted or shocked, he put the work in Burning the candle at both ends to get what he's got Now he's still learning to get the kick to thump and snare to snap, digging for loops to boost his stock, and now it's no turning back like