作曲 : Geologic One, gets on stage Two, grab the mic Three, dazzle and display (Like this) It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum Blastin' the broken boom box open 'n' closin' it In the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine Grab the mic traded my backspin for rappin' Back when listeners danced Dancers were listeners answers to caller response chance ridiculous Pants demanded saggin' never bigger than our britches But the bridges burn, bitches were scraps Our sins were repented for, much later, Ayo, DJ bless the crowd with the sign of the crossfader In time we find ways to refine the mind at the same time the heart articulating rhyme I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see Each individual reach out Speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible With motion movement, architect's blueprint, showing, provin', teachers, students Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution? Motion movement, architect's blueprint, showing, provin', teachers, students Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution? (haha, haha) This be the sum of love plus one Mold breakin', soul searchin' My carriage is my feet on point and hella deep like sea urchins Indeed be certain, proceed to test your reflex like knee jerkin' Hidden behind a curtain on the stage, burnin' inside with rage Rewrote the script with my voice inside of the page I've decided the ways previously paved for me to walk will never see me nor my footprints I stalk in the night time of I and I hands to the sky like the clock at midnight, convinced of my demise Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air because the sky is falling and no one else seems to care I want a piece of the pie, not a generous share Can I possibly prove that my intentions are bare? I'm just a word in the rhyme And a kick in the snare swimming in inkwells to find if my spirit is there But you can find me inside of a pen, waiting to burst drowning in a reservoir, quenching my thirst My first love, second home was my headphones First time I wrote what I felt because I said so, So unless there's any protests allow me to begin The well is never deep enough to wash away the sins. So I drop it on the one, my tongue be the drum. Beating meaning to the beat to defeat what we've become With motion movement, architect's blueprint, showing, provin', teachers, students Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution? Motion movement, architect's blueprint, showing, provin', teachers, students Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution?