| Yeah |
| 9th wonder, it’s the dream merchant |
| that boy kaze |
| Cuz if the soul is the essence of life |
| man, i gotta treat my body like a temple |
| imma flow through the dojo |
| wwords on instrumental |
| expression where the righteous are trite |
| screw yourself and the essence of life |
| It’s hard to raise it up a level (nowadays) |
| i’m spending so much time dancing with the devil |
| i had to cease a second so the hydes could turn jekkyl |
| but i’m staying protected |
| living life like a rebel so my death’s expected |
| still i refuse to lose or be controlled by society (nah) |
| black man, pigeonholed, feds stay eyein me (yup) |
| struggle with your mental til the world see with clarity |
| chose music as my yellow brick road to prosperity (word) |
| truth for today’s youth is rob, steal, clap, shoot |
| anyway you do the math money be the evil root (no doubt) |
| when shit is real, then survival comes first |
| but street life’ll leave you locked up or dead in a hearse |
| so many rappers telling dramatizations to all nation |
| and hip hop stations is ran by corporate caucasions (word) |
| the void of the culture, man i gotta bust my gun to rap? (nah) |
| yo, what part of the game is that? |
| Cuz if the soul is the essence of life |
| man, i gotta treat my body like a temple |
| imma flow through the dojo |
| wwords on instrumental |
| expression where the righteous are trite |
| screw yourself and the essence of life |
| Cuz if the soul is the essence of life |
| man, i gotta treat my body like a temple |
| imma flow through the dojo |
| wwords on instrumental |
| expression where the righteous are trite |
| screw yourself and the essence of life |
| I’m asking god what i’m here for |
| cause every breath is like pain, how could i feel more |
| i keep hustling and juggling these bills and rent |
| turn the water into wine, making dollars outta 15 cent |
| but still i will never sink (why) |
| cause my skin is like a permanent ink |
| it’s regulating how i walk, talk and think (yeah) |
| so my plan is to start a fam and raise a son (whatup) |
| and keep setting the paper fahrenheits to 451 |
| but still when i’m done, repping mc number 1 |
| cause at first there’ll be a lotta thugs |
| and then there’ll be none |
| yall the types to act bad on the microphone |
| is just clones, and probably act like michael jackson at home |
| people label me a hellraiser (why) |
| cause my attitude is like a portland trailblazer |
| who want what? |
| watch the world with my third eye and lay in the cut |
| and let experience teach to every head that i reach |
| Cuz if the soul is the essence of life |
| man, i gotta treat my body like a temple |
| imma flow through the dojo |
| wwords on instrumental |
| expression where the righteous are trite |
| screw yourself and the essence of life |
| Cuz if the soul is the essence of life |
| man, i gotta treat my body like a temple |
| imma flow through the dojo |
| wwords on instrumental |
| expression where the righteous are trite |
| screw yourself and the essence of life |
| You can kick it like i do up in the dojo |
| You can kick it like i do up in the dojo |