Big Shame, Seth Static, PJ Katz on the boardsY'all thought I wasn't gonna be here, but I'm here right nowI'm a vagabond on sheets so I can ink out these thoughtsTo bring the cross across to a lost landExpand the issues of love now, so you feelHow it is to live something so real, indeedI was called to write for the common man's causeOf course it was a gift, but a curse of you's wrongAnd that's why some still live that same songThe notes ain't changed and the pages are all tornThey were all worn, but still triangle popWithout bringing that real hip-hopWe got the formula all locked and the key to respectIt don't stop, y'all, we brawn to come correctTon of raps and deep soundsSpace 5, coincide in this MCRight here, right now, writing for the free and boundMoms for the kingdom is worldBut now, what you know about that true underground?I'ma make this last, so everyone is servedGive a callin' to the world, so it makes a turnFeel the drum rhythm kick while living this written wordTurn, flash, take, aim, and burnI'ma make this last, so everyone is servedGive a callin' to the world, so it makes a turnFeel the drum rhythm kick while living this written wordTurn, flash, take, aim, and burnWell, when we came out, y'all was making demosHolding on to weak ideas, you shoulda let goYou wasn't doing shows, you was starting beefThrowing dirt on my name, I put the word in the streetsYou ain't see me at church, talking about Jesus savesI was out on the block, a witness to his nameFrom New York to LA, back to the 518We strapped with the rhymes you hate, sick with the lies you makeYou never looked through the window of art we gaveStuck us in the basement, we were stuck in the basementThen stole from our name, we took a breakJust to get the business straightBut snakes quickly dug us a graveAnd then turned away, but all of y'allHopin' and prayin', played out in vainYou shoulda stopped writing raps or else I stayed out the gameSo close your trap if you ain't saying nothin' positiveGet at me to the grill if you don't like the way I'm droppin' itI'ma make this last, so everyone is servedGive a callin' to the world, so it makes a turnFeel the drum rhythm kick while living this written wordTurn, flash, take, aim, and burnI have to redefine my lifestyle, we all used to knowGet up on this microphone and let the world see how we grownSowing up seeds, eternally blessedLet me intercede for a second of time, we like to rhyme for a purposeLet my heart loose, set the stage for a brand new crewI'm from the five, one, and twoWatch me manifest my love and show you where I'm fromReppin' these Arbor Hill streets where growin' up wasn't sweetIt was no dip from the Bronx, a BK to QueensSo it seems we gotta live for the moment to return it toThe sender, the lender, who gave birth to youIn this universe of constant changeLookin' to affect lives, not jockin' fameThe next minute isn't promised so there's no waste of timeLike my man JB sees the moment, make it mineI'ma make this last so everyone is servedGive a call into the world so it makes a turnFeel the drum rhythm kick while living this written wordFLASH, TAKE, AIM and BURNI'ma make this last so everyone is servedGive a call into the world so it makes a turnFeel the drum rhythm kick while living this written wordFLASH, TAKE, AIM and BURNFoles can't get along, some can't write a songCritics always get it wrong, rock to the break of dawnFoles can't get along, some can't write a songCritics always get it wrong, rock to the break of dawn