[Verse 1]  Messages pattens of words   Exposed to you  Massaging brains puting across   A point of you  Let me explain the words of a master  Messenger misaha no more marsupials  They could be also mammals  Enamels peeling   Of the ceiling  Need new paints to show  The many experience  Of one individual person  To explain a message  Fore mannered   To fit a whole nation  should we disopation  Wating for reasonable explanations  The government will torment  Thier own fucking environment  Why lie and hide behind such  Trickie metaphors  I've decide to open mind   Is better for your peers  And their pores   Keep the clear  And informed when you perform  One receives an obligation  Sort of a weight on their shoulders  To speak messages  Truthful in a positive order  Not all eyes but some eyes  Just a handful eyes   And ears are on me  Internet access  Press the words on me  A little further than i would get  On my own two feet  So whose to speak the bullshit  Over these makeshift tracks  Not I called out danned off  With a staff full of lightning  Still exciting writing scriptures  For the grand children  I stand a building  A skyscraper  Take the lives  For the wide and made   Come later  Make my songs of lesser greater  Than contestants pagers  On MTV killing the mockingbird  Still talking words with no message    [chorus]  The movement of mouth  Motion makeshift  Find something to talk about   Mental weight lift  Message find constant   Message don't rhyme nonsense  The essence of learning  Turn your tape into a project 2x    [Verse 2]  Some folks just spit it out   Really don't give a fuck  Just because it takes me a week  For a tapes creation  Dosent mean it lacks inserity  Or innovation  I guess it do sound different  Than the last and thats the point  Time to blast off this earth  Give birth to abstractions of a man  Dwelling in this hellafied junkyard  Leaving you punks  Scared and banned  >From this underground tape lash  Take my hand   Talking about a wack fucker raps  Is far from this land  I spaned my laps   To a grandfather of time  As far as i can   But time waits for no man  Nothings gonna change  If me and you dont change  Somebodys gonna have two move up  Step up to the game  Te fiddler's being played  By the pigs   and the wolf is hungry  Bacons fried  Puling the wolves over your eye  So we should reach  Deep  Deep  Deep down  Extract all the weeds  Dont be clowns  We can make fullusivly beats now    [Chorus 2x]    [Verse 3]  My final verse is this  To the crews out there  Who really speak  Dont dwell all the time  All weak emcees  Find a time to speak  And realitivly leave  Information to the hip-hop nation  Be patient   Our time is now   Along with style  Were the gracious host   Of the new mellenium  These tasteless jokes  About big dicks and condiminiums  Wont amount to shit eccept  Maybee comfortable living  But path living is fast  Taking in these fast times  Fast rhymes Making dollars  With no messages of sour great  Steped on by us  Inelectually Stimulated folk  With no jokes    [Chorus 4x]