"Free Speech" produced by Bombay
Like the clouds I lay up, stay up like the chin of a welter-weight nigga making his way up through the ranks of the golden gloves, take one day at a time upon this mind adventure, pervasive nomenclature from the rhyme inventor. Enter your brain's epicenter with ease, and still spit real rap, nasty, ill, government cheese-style. This here is NOT for niggas in the streets--rocking for my grandmother, dead auntie and my brother locked in a cage. 93,000,000 miles away from the truth, until I realized me and truth was the same exact person. I need a magnifying glass to aide in my search for this new version of life that I'll be living soon. I'm on some outer space ish, but nigga if the moon fits, then sport it, as if it were a pair of Jordans. I'm here recording with my brother Free Speech (
www.freespeechmusic.com), and we speak for the meek and it's timeless. I'm knocking niggas out the box so they can stop thinking inside it, and now rap fans are excited. And who me? I'm delighted, until I get to looking at my bank statement. I'm trying to keep pace in the race, but the game is changing. And the game is change and dollars, so let's awaken their brains and holler at this money, my nigga. I'm so for real, I promise you that!