It seems like for days, my flight has been delayed And i can see the plane sitting on the runway But i heard there's a shortage of pilots We got the craft, but nobody can recall how to fly it So i've been in the terminal basement, creating I ain't giving in to imitation Role playing? na, this is my departure I'm taking off, feel the ground breaking And i know what you're thinking, rapping is lame But that's not how it has to remain Cause somewhere in a kid in the back of their brain Lies the answer to bring about change Meanwhile we sing about chains hanging At an all time low, put ya hazard lights on, ride slow In circles cause ya not sure where to go I wonder would you even care to know Chorus: Prepare yourself for the departure Strap yaself in, i'm about to start something Next movement, this is a departure From the usual, this is more suitable Now i can't proceed if i can't see the past So let me go back to see the (cedar) ave Where it all started, so i'm traveling the farthest Before we became marketing targets Before the game was just rosters of artists That all seem to claim to be the hardest But i hear... just a bunch of little sean carters You see em, they on every corner like starbucks Now, get rich or die trying, so we all try rhyming But there was a time when hip hop wasn't bringing any loot in Imagine, rappers not rappin bout shootin' Just being about the music Only concerned with getting the crowd moving The block party could hear it, innovation Moving instruction always been a part of the lyrics Chorus: Prepare yourself for the departure Strap yaself in, i'm about to start something Next movement, this is a departure From the usual, this is more suitable We at stand still for the time being You know it, you see everything that i'm seeing But i'm not leaving, even though this is the departure I'd never abandon the culture Even when i see most of My people are so close to Giving up cause it ain't livin' up to what it's spose to Listen i'll depart if that'll bring us closer Exec's look past me, cause i don't fit in they boxes Cause this is not gettin' a profit I rap about reality, the recognition of prophets To spit what i believe, i gotta dig in my pockets But i got this, no problem Already in motion, nobody can stop this You swear that it died from the past couple years But i'm here to tell you it's only up from here