[Verse: Mic BlaAnnotateque] Embrace the masterpiece Basquiat canvas be Keith Haring Bass bearing, underneath a canopy Rain can't touch this Hog spit on your substance Weak emcees touch the mic, the mic turns into a musket You got a better chance giving daps to Edward Scissorhands Or doing the rain dance in the rain forest with Tarzan Damn.. This that underestimated dope shit Don't be confused by them stars, we the ones that the scopes get I'm the nigga they hate You the nigga they use to get blacks to assimilate.. you can't see the fake I'm Jack Johnson, while y'all be Jackie Robinson, fully unaware of the false promises that they promisin' Mayday! Mayday! Hip Hop's in a frenzy Rip your weak rhymes up and turn that shit into confetti I see you blowin' up, I guess your time is right You the man now, yea, even a dyke We celebratin' life While y'all spend y'all whole existence fightin' your mirror image, nigga fix vision 20 car collisions One stroke from this pen is paintin' that type of image Buildin' up ya wisdom This beyond religion I'm bringing them hells to heaven, serving them dishes out of Hell's Kitchen What's your intentions? Niggas confused Do they do it for the art or maybe the jewels? Welcome to flight higher learnin' Non-believers tell me, what the hell you so concerned with? Words from the sermon, help you get up off your burden Your American dream consist of whips that be German So even if you sleep, contradictions- they be up working It's unbelievable how you haters be so observant Be same ones in front row, tryin' to see pass the curtains Haters would stop your shine, always tryin' to play like curtains well fine.. Ain't nothin' for me to open those blinds Got a whole team of leaders still manage to form a line Niggas think it's that deep, you lames is too deprived Y'all follow Einstein, Egypt had it before his time Shit I spit is dope, dope fiends sniffin' my lines Fucked around and got sober, check your pulse We living our dreams Success so close My style is vintage like the shit up in your attic Case their CD's up in wool and pray to God for some static See, I was rockin' gold since Illmatic, so please don't tell me nothin' 'bout carrots you silly rabbits Destined for greatness muh'fucka, we established Black Power.. Apologetic.. There's your answers, for all you skeptics.. I do this for the culture Djemba drums play Uh, now watch what that Yama display Uh, against the odds.. Breaking they rules.. Since y'all don't really get it.. RESPECT MY COOL

[Verse : Mic Blaque] Uh.. Fresh up out the studio Workin' hard We don't even see the mornin' though Feelin' tired I can't help the fact I'm yawnin' though Just preparin' for that one day I be tourin' Man I'm on it Chasin' my goals I can feel it in my soul Don't let procrastination take hold Leave ya set backs Where they rest at Cause it leave you in a death trap Whoa.. I pray to God that we gon' make it Hate to see my momma struggle Lord knows she need some changes All that pain that she faces Only God knows how she takes it Now they say I work too hard Y'all don't know my motivation What the fuck Pressing my luck Fear, I never knew such Sky's be the limit my nigga We driven my nigga Don't let them determine ya vision my nigga Like what.. [Hook] My inspiration just don't let me sleep (4x) Tell me what I don't know Work hard is all that we know Motivate is all that we know And we ain't knockin', we kickin' in doors Whoa.. [Verse 2: Mic Blaque] Let motivation take a hold I'm gonna motivate my niggas to grow Let's build that shit off that floor Cause I can't take it no more Want to talk about dreams Fuck that Go get it Work hard Work hard Givin' up ain't livin' Don't let the glass ceilings make you feel like you winnin' Don't let it go Don't let it go Gotta do it for the distance What.. I told my brothers we gon' make it All it takes is inspiration Fuck leavin' the hood We gon' change it You see this bond You see this bond They tryna break it The pressure is on Through rhythm and song We livin' beyond The ghetto is real The connections we build Uplifting the music The energy's real What.. [Hook] [Verse 3: Mic Blaque] Uh.. Fresh up out the studio Workin' hard We don't even see the mornin' though Feelin' tired I can't help the fact I'm yawnin' though Just preparin' for that one day I be tourin' World so bigger than the block On a different land Now they like.. "Damn, that's the shit he be talkin'" Hope that they understand the future is bright on that road Now homie keep walkin' It's like y'all not dreaming enough Don't understand, emotions I'm feelin' and such This music is more than a crutch holdin' me up Momentary feelings Momentary vision Everybody want to ride for the moment Can't ride it out 'til the end This is my life.. no longer pretend Everything planned out.. not on the whim Homie, we win [Hook]