Ours is a better gift  not to be bragging nor lolligagging  
 I can see dimensions of sound and light around my mic  
 Transmitting lyrics like teletype  
 Reacting to a beat in a whisper  
 And like a transistor  I'm sounding dope when I'm crisper  
 The shortest length between two points is a straight line  
 I've gotta take mine  I heard it through the grapevine  
 that some can't find hype lines (hype lines...)  
 And so I'm smothering, over my prey I am hovering  
 Suckers I'm shoving at the same time covering  
 you with the blanket of some language that's distinguished  
 How swift can I get? You ask and I'll tell  
 For I can excel real well like a gazelle  
 Past your head, I'm grabbin abstract thought  
 Like some gain glory, while others get no part  
 I feel for the hurt ones, the victims of wrong deeds  
 Awareness is key, our people have strong needs  
 Science, math, history theology  
 Philosophy psychology english and biology  
 Et cetera, and all of these have a purpose  
 But genocide makes me nervous  
 So many questions, many opinions to mention  
 And damn (damn...) this jam's beyond comprehension  
 Like planets in orbit, we ride the life cycle  
 Some take a rifle on the street cause it seems neat  
 Whatever turns you on I guess, that's why vests are in season  
 I'll do my show then I'm leavin  
 I'd rather be blastin dope sounds on the other side of town  
 than be there when they close the place down  
 But anyway, everyday, there's another way  
 for a person to just flip, so a brother may  
 simply go buckwild, get crazy and mad  
 I know the struggle my father had  
 Poetry it comes from within, and will always win  
 Hold captive bodies from end to end  
 And at a party, I'll survey then slay with the quickness  
 Displaying the fitness  
 Easing the mind and relieving the tension  
 And singing my own song... that's beyond comprehension