(Verse 1)   Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown   like a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin   music’s my transportation my tank is full   my alter ego’s on production providing the fuel   my school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics   lacing the cuts like surgeons givin hiphop a facelift   the formula's this: raw beats for consumption   with more dope lines than Scarface equals combustion   burning competition, when Kero’s on the scene   I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhD’s   Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it   providin light like Christ to guide the lost out of darkness   Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities   drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity   I’m flippin concepts conscious like Confucius   so twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music..      (Verse 2)   Now that you know a bit about me, it’s time we dig deeper   got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet ya   spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia   and when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers   flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers   filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers   and for a breather I’d smoke refer at recess for leisure   blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker   flippin freestyles ciphers from morning to noon   coming of the top like bras on honeymoons   yeah the good old days, when everything was new   lounging with crew, pounding brews, we’d seldom sing the blues   spending all day flippin skate boards on pavement   who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous   and I’m sayin things are changing, enjoy the ride   with the creator on my passenger side I will survive   as I reminisce on this journey from adolescence   God gives me the gift of today I call the present   I said God gives me the gift of today…