Lyrics

(chorus 2x [scratches]) This, is, original indigenous This is all that we know that we have (cul-cul-cul-culture) This, is, original indigenous This is all that we know that we have (die-die-die for they culture) (I-Self Divine) We dealin' with sound, filling ya crown with immaculate Concepts, classic air max in cortex Vortex, sucking you in Building my fortress, forcefield Forty acres for construct building This hip-hop landscape is my energy and culture High lyricism spill my blood for the rapture Metaphor foreside me guided me wise me Sewn shut like an inseam how niggas eyes be Chewin' on crushed glass, through how to see the robbery Geeked off the tips million dollar lottery odyssey I'm, sincere to the utmost, severe to industry cut-throats For real, hip-hoppers feel niggas glucose The fashionest, isolate the fascist Mashin', supplemental stashes of hash plants Thirty G, cash advance, an avalanche Full of faulty plans, galaxies shatter, for lack of ASCAP (chorus 2x) "This is all that we know that we have, is this life Those who don't believe, that they can suffer now and get theirs after death" (I-Self Divine) Pain, tattooed to the face type how I feel. General, I-Self damaging, earning his stripes Queens thought the obelisk movement was love movements Love music, kings and queens conceive seeds to this And achieve high degrees to this Life specialists, my grandmaster flash message is Very visual and graphic like bombed precincts With self-inflicted wounds to the cardiovascular instinct 98 degrees nsync Interchangeable cables and links Medallions the size of kitchen sinks With labels and angles designed, for Europeans in mind We distorted the prism with turtle-shine Geographical slang, Kings english cut and butchered Assassinate, reborn a culture that could cultivate Bullet ricochet through asbestos hallways Asthmatic athletes run fast in track meets This, is, original indigenous Before Columbus, or Columbine High gun busts Supreme, queens glistening the radiant sun Marley Marl, Mantronix, Soul Sonic, hold chronic Like heaven on Earth, when the vinyl hit the obelisk Water-head niggas burst when they over-confident Impact, my senses on gats up in they head wraps Drug-traffic rap, aftermath on the mayhem (chorus, 2x) "culture" (3x)