Relax your mind let your conscience free You're now rolling with your boy N-A-l-e-d, G-E Bring good things to life The flow won't leave no gashes, believe the hype All skill all real Lack will Bust a rhyme No slip with a star By far with a cause with a broad, that is certified slaws Sickly Haters point it out but I let their words miss me Mad can't stand the rain sorta like Missy Naledge in the club getting tipsy for real Posted up taking big shots like Shaquille Social butterfly, y'all be the caterpillars Bitch made, staying on point like a switch blade Balling on a budget foam ball and a milk crate Y'all ain't shit to me Like Magic, y'all ain't sick to me Rock and roll and roll and rock Real hip hop don't ever stop Rock and roll and roll and rock Verse 2 about to drop Kick off your shoes and relax your feet And party on down to the Double OV Got the heart of the street and the eyes of the ghetto With the brains of a nerd so insane with the words Got to drive and I'm driven at the same time Write a song a day never hear the same line Remain on the same grind, dodge pettiness Flow picturesque when I put that pen to that papyrus Southside scribe Read it for the village Loved in the Mecca but I never made a pillage Water my own grass, it's greener on my side Now the leeches asking can a brother ride. College bred rap star Walking contradiction Judge the position, black middle class And son in two positions Still hungry niggaz heavy in the D like they was playing for the Pistons Unpopular, popular kid in the cipher, they didn't really want to hear what I was kicking Now I'm shaking up the world sorta like I hit Son Liston Son listen, what I'm cooking in the kitchen Food for thought, you've been caught Ultra magnetic wads from pathetic energy kinetic Searching for love, found it in a pen and a pad I don't need a platinum chain, or Benz or a Jag Only thing I'm really turning down is my collar Why can't fame with your scholar I want to see millions But I rather see millions of black educated children