Counting heads as I enter the room       Straight check the ration, but it's cool, it's cool       I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state       Until the consequence fades away       A shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn Brooks       She kicks the poetry, I add the hooks       We're here together to send a message       That not too much has changed, bring it in       Word, I grip the microphone, pass from the left       I want the bass up so I can feel it in my chest       Dig this accusation, not a brand new thought       Just to finer point in life that can't be taught       I got to focus on my attention on the real thing       Never realizing till it passes what it is, what it could be       Janis says get it while you can and this is true       Cause it may not be tomorrow but we die soon       We die soon       I'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straight       So I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulate       Rhymes, ideas, like a lit J       Passed around, found people got vices these days       You can shoot H in the veins or popping pills       But on the microphone I'm executing mad skills       I can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truth       Because it may not be tomorrow but we die soon       Cruising listening to smooth jazz       Realizing lost my passion pazzazz for life       I'm under pressure and I'm not sure       But it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisure       Live it up, give it up, life's unpredictable       Gotta make sure not a second is dull       The throw down, the show down at high noon       It may not be this minute we die soon, lid       ---------- Krier, Pandav