Mind Power

Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it

Emceeing, see I got this in my spirit

I got verses like Mahalia singing church hymns

So strap up because you skating on ice that's wild thin

A weak foundation doesn't make a good home

That's why mine's build on chrome microphones

We 'bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley

Come on

It's the complete Kamaal, unique Fareed, breed

That'll keep you broke down like a Ross 5-speed

So move buddy, ayo we got to get this money

In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny

Ayo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P

Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, and don't sleep

We got reality for the cabbage

Staying sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage

Give me liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts

With the sustainer, it'll be real

So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build

Like Rampage with that Last Boy Scout appeal

We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel

That keeps everything on even keels

So all you slow brothas talking yang, ya poo tang

No we gonna show you how the real crew bang

Ayo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens **** love static

Your raps had it, bragging more numbers than mathematics

I get brains on Craftmatics and leave your wet dreams shattered

That's the same guy be skeetin' in your mugshot

I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boos

The love shack is 1 9 2, my joint's smooth

To watch y'all **** fall like Lin Que

I keeps it brand new like school shoppin', it's on and poppin'

The club peeps this ****'s steez like radars

You get laid off while I'll be gaming ghetto girl like 8-Off

The verdict's in, I be the Luke of Linden

Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your ending

Where ya at? We seeing life for what it is

Where ya at? We get this money for these kids

Where ya at? We 'bout to build the foundation

Where ya at?

Now all that Glock toting trash you talk won't prevail

It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail

I keeps it realer than the logo on milk

Denouncing tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk

That's the sound of the man getting yanked off the stage

Trying to front like he mad paid

Sucking so bad, we threw his mama off the train, insane

MC's are just giving it all away (Okay)

Who said him know about the Quest-like sound?

Mess around and get your ass knocked down, clown

I dedicated this to the posers that play hard

You wanna hear some rhymes, well then bring your bodyguard

So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display

Leaving all MCs in complete disarray

I beez a veteran MC, crushing crews for years

You fronting hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears

Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair"

Fuck outta here, do I look like I care?

Come off my stage before I grab ya neck and handle ya

Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada

Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer

Peach to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers

I'm crapping hard cuz I got this rap shit sold

From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road

You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport

Holding down fort upon Martinique Court like

Where ya at? We seeing life for what it is

Where ya at? We get this money for these kids

Where ya at? We 'bout to build the foundation

Where ya at? We gonna start the Zulu Nation

Where ya at? Come on, come on

Where ya at? We gonna put it all together

Where ya at? No matter what the hell the weather

Where ya at?

Uh, uh mind power

Uh, uh mind power

Uh, uh mind power

Uh, uh mind power

Uh, uh mind power

Uh, uh kicking willie is good

All throughout your whole hood

But we gotta start with the spirt first y'all

Mind power