Yeah,
yeah.
Yeah,
yeah.
Watch,
watch, watch.
Okay, okay.
Watch, watch, watch.
Yeah!
Every word that I speak.
Every line I weave has a story and tone.
Just wait and
believe.
From the heart to the mind I channel the flow.
It's the rhyme and the reason.
Let
the message grow up in the truth.
No need for disguise.
Lyric's cut deep,
sharper than
knives in the beat.
I flowers I release whatever I find on my piece.
I'm in reason, words what
might, poets weapon, a speakers light.
From the streets to the stage, to raise the bar.
The truth in the rhythm takes us far.
Rhyme and reason, feel the sound.
In every syllable, power is found.
Through the highs and lows, we chase the dream.
Rap is the anthem, the words are supreme.
It's more than a beat, it's more than a rhyme.
It's the essence of struggle,
the past and the time.
From the block to the booth, we share our pain.
Holding the lyrics when the skies bring rain.
Verse after verse, I paint my soul.
Words like fire, they burn, they glow.
Every syllable crafted with purpose and pride.
It's the art of expression,
let the music guide you.
Rhyme and reason, words with might.
A poet's weapon, a speaker's light.
From the streets to the stage, we raise the bar.
The truth in the rhythm takes us far.
Rhyme and reason, feel the sound.
In every syllable, power is found.
Through the highs and lows, we chase the dream.
Rap is the anthem, the words are supreme.
Ain't no other way to move it.
Needing the real thing, but I'm reconciling.
Needing the money,
ain't waiting for the real thing.
I'm doing the moves, but you're on the moves.
Every day I wanna move it.
Needing the rap thing, but I'm reconciling.
Needing the money,
ain't waiting for the real thing.
I'm doing the moves, but you're on the moves.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
In
the rhyme, we find our fight.
Every line is a spark, igniting the night.
The voice of the voiceless,
the hope of the weak.
Through bars and beats, it's freedom we seek.
From block parties to stadiums wide.
Rap is the culture, the rhythms are god.
We rise with the pen, we fall with the beat.
It's the power of words that can't be beat.
Rhyme and reason, words with might.
Poets weapon, a speaker's life.
From the streets to the stage, we raise the bar.
The truth and the rhythm takes us far.
Rhyme and reason, feel the sound.
In every syllable, power is found.
Through the highs and lows, we chase the dream.
Rap is the anthem, the words are supreme.
Rhyme and reason, the fire is hot.
A legacy of voices that never die.
We speak for the future, we honor the past.
With rhyme and reason, the truth will last.
Yeah.
Yeah.