Sangtekst: Mars Ill. Psa #428.
Yeah, we got something else to say, believe it or not/
We don?t claim to represent each element of hip-hop/
I?m eloquent on the mic, flip language, that?s what I do/
Enlighten fresh subject matter and deliver it straight to you/
In the vein of Pharaoh and Chuck D, I still feel lucky/
To be able to share the vision and describe the way it struck me/
Interrupting the senseless noise that ClearChannel services/
Resurgence and revival to defeat this sense of worthlessness/
And Dust (scratches)
Well Dust completes the thought that I began/
His words are drums, he?s talking now, but can you understand?/
Well I can, and there?s a legion of fans that get it also/
His audiomatic scratch patterns are all pro/
Hit your torso full force, a course of future things to hear/
Press your head against the speaker. Catch this double-feature/
Make believers out of fence-riders and critics in one verse/
But, yo, I got something to clear up first/
See MC?s are the mouthpiece and always the first to give props/
To every person that?s ever windmilled or knows how to uprock/
But the b-boys could care less about the way you flow or rhyme/
They don?t even listen to any rap after 1989/
So take the time. Take a minute and take a good look/
They live inside the breaks and stay addicted to the ?Good Foot?/
Should you ever meet one that says he has my album/
Take a picture for me ?cause that?s rare, one in a thousand/
And graf-writers, well let?s be honest/
You don?t really like my music and I can?t read the words you?re bombing/
I mean, who am I kidding? I?ve seen burners that moved me/
And I like to ride the train and let the pretty colors soothe me/
But I don?t vandalize, I?m afraid someone might shoot me/
And I?m available if any of ya?ll ever need to speak through me/
But I won?t push it anymore, see I?m giving ya?ll some leeway/
For now, I?ll speak on behalf of myself and plus my DJ?
We don?t claim to represent each element of hip-hop/
I?m eloquent on the mic, flip language, that?s what I do/
Enlighten fresh subject matter and deliver it straight to you/
In the vein of Pharaoh and Chuck D, I still feel lucky/
To be able to share the vision and describe the way it struck me/
Interrupting the senseless noise that ClearChannel services/
Resurgence and revival to defeat this sense of worthlessness/
And Dust (scratches)
Well Dust completes the thought that I began/
His words are drums, he?s talking now, but can you understand?/
Well I can, and there?s a legion of fans that get it also/
His audiomatic scratch patterns are all pro/
Hit your torso full force, a course of future things to hear/
Press your head against the speaker. Catch this double-feature/
Make believers out of fence-riders and critics in one verse/
But, yo, I got something to clear up first/
See MC?s are the mouthpiece and always the first to give props/
To every person that?s ever windmilled or knows how to uprock/
But the b-boys could care less about the way you flow or rhyme/
They don?t even listen to any rap after 1989/
So take the time. Take a minute and take a good look/
They live inside the breaks and stay addicted to the ?Good Foot?/
Should you ever meet one that says he has my album/
Take a picture for me ?cause that?s rare, one in a thousand/
And graf-writers, well let?s be honest/
You don?t really like my music and I can?t read the words you?re bombing/
I mean, who am I kidding? I?ve seen burners that moved me/
And I like to ride the train and let the pretty colors soothe me/
But I don?t vandalize, I?m afraid someone might shoot me/
And I?m available if any of ya?ll ever need to speak through me/
But I won?t push it anymore, see I?m giving ya?ll some leeway/
For now, I?ll speak on behalf of myself and plus my DJ?