All Kind Of Ideas

I'm soul brother uno, Black from the future

Make beats on the table if I break my computer

And still make hits like I used to

Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer

Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome

Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone

So many ideas, it's coming out the wazoo

It's only one of me, can never do what I do

Past, present, and future, that is timeless

Been a lot of things, but I never been rhymeless

Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man

Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan

Tears for fears, a shout to all my peers

But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said

Tears for fears, a shout to all my peers

But I never ran out

All kinda ideas

Let's go

Rack focus to the black Moses

That's light skinned, a dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened

My stipend is ripened, from Chi to Big Apple

On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons, any subject I tackle

And grapple with wack dudes

And school **** like black schools 'cause they lack rules

**** mad 'cause I know that cash rules

Everything around me, except my mind

The underground found me, and depth I find

On the railroad, I unjail souls like Harriet

Spitting chariots of fire through the wire

And live barb fences

I murder MC's, some say that it's senseless

Bomber like a winter coat, though I've been in the trenches

Known to go for it like fourth and inches

Move the chains, I maneuver through the game

My thought? Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train

Foes came, sporting fake smiles like dentures

Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches

Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches

You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions

These are adventures from Avalon benches

The real hip hop, Com came to his senses

Extensions of a man, the master planned for years

For me to bring to the world

All kinda ideas