Common:  Envisioning the hereafter, listenin to Steve Wonder  On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer  I strike like lightning and don't need thunder  Inhale imagination and breathe wonder  That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her  It's a cold world and niggaz need summer  At times my going forward seems like retreat  As I be writin rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats  Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets  There's a thin line between war and peace, whores and jeeps  Ignore MCs like beeps, scribblin freedom on pages  My third eye is like pink eye, seemin contagious  Redeemin the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon  I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden  Don't give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can't honor  It ain't that you sellin, it's your karma  Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown  Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone  The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy  Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago  My mind of flow is like motor key 20  Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty  Hollerin at the brothers, either you gon be a thug or a man  Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad  As he described how the bucks hit him  And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it fucked wit  him  This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was comin  I said it's here  It's here(echoed)