| A black man said his name was Apollo Creed | 
| Born as a novel seed in the land of a thousand kings | 
| My third eye forever open, living out my dreams | 
| Climbing down the mountain to drink water from a baller stream | 
| No taps in my system, my land-line clean | 
| My bloodline reconnected under my family tree | 
| Was it an atom or Adam? | 
| Science or religion? | 
| Was it the spirit in man or molecules in him? | 
| Beer in my hand till I can’t stand the system | 
| I walk through ghetto alleys like the titans through the valley | 
| Turn the wisdom into a tooth in my mouth | 
| And spit the Judas out | 
| Producing songs like farms to put my music out | 
| Fruits of my labor, vegetables and turntables | 
| Bringing day with the night | 
| Watching the light cross stage you | 
| The future bit the computer 'fore it chopped up the snake | 
| 'Cause they say, apple a day keeps the doc away | 
| Truth | 
| Running through the wind and hear some lies | 
| I hear them cry | 
| Blood shading my eyes | 
| Truth is | 
| In the midst of the darkest hours | 
| Crazy changing faces within them towers | 
| Truth is | 
| Yo, Jésus, got some water, need some grape juice | 
| I bowed my head and the crown fell out my slave roots | 
| That nigga Blu moved Giza to Mount Olympus | 
| Now I fix a pyramid every time I count figures | 
| Kissing Venus with a Visa | 
| Sitting on Chichen Itza | 
| It’s the heart I told her | 
| It’s the heart that keeps me living | 
| Turn the mirror to a prism | 
| Saw the zenith through the ceiling | 
| If you live in a glass house, buy a surround system | 
| This is crack, play it too loud, your house won’t make it back | 
| Paint the White House black | 
| Rearrange the whole map | 
| I swam under the ocean | 
| Found Atlantis and a poem | 
| Left a rap book in Pomona | 
| I could take the planet over | 
| Told a soldier if he finds it | 
| He should take it home and rhyme it | 
| And I did, Blu adventures of the gods and the titans | 
| The truth | 
| Running through the wind and hear some lies | 
| I hear them cry | 
| Blood shading my eyes | 
| Truth is | 
| In the midst of the darkest hours | 
| Crazy changing faces within them towers | 
| Truth is | 
| Truth is |