I came in this game with an innocent mind,

creativity, a trusting crush groove, and a light heart

Affection for a deep soul record collection and six sets gears fit for moving the right parts

To fight art just cause you ain't feeling the paint brush or palette is an invalid stroke to the goal 

Like putting sugar in grits, and raisins in the salad

Only proving the diversity of feeding the soul

Its Picassos sketching on the pads of the pleasure and pain of the canvases of ears of the range of the wintering June type consumers who bid a frigid heat to flowers or flow-ers in the bloom

While opinions and critique are a part of the game

It's subjective and though effective it could harm

I get the feeling in their spirit of dealing their sole mission is adding up for best critic badge to their arm

To think extinction's a pride rave brave to assume

Upon which I will interject immediately 

And These people must reside in the grave and the tomb

Cause Hip hop is alive, and you see it in me

Hook

The mic plugs in, deejay on the wheels

This emcee's still willing to bust it and thus

I can't help it...if you ain't still in the game.

I can't help it...if it ain't you feeling the same

[2x]

Verse 2

Excuses in music are like assholes playing the blues with a proctologist and a glove

Cause if there ain't no beat, there's somebody to beatbox

And I'll rip it right there if the push comes to shove 

Off the balcony or bridge or the chorus or verse

I'll be the first in a split second keeping it hype

With the root of the word, seed, charm of the third

Go forth with the fruit fresh sweetened and ripe

Low hanging doesn't mean that they're willing to reach, when each and everybody saying that there in for the culture

Till the dollar has a collar that they can't turn down

Clearly following and swallowing a trend to insult ya [PREACH]

Some flock with the vultures tryna be fly

I ride wit em on the Subway to Maybach glam

Every artist has a motive, and a key to their drive

So if you're only bout the money, then just say dat fam

Hook

The mic plugs in, deejay on the wheels

This emcee's still willing to bust it and thus

I can't help it...if you ain't still in the game.

I can't help it...if it ain't you feeling the same

[2x]

Verse 3

There seems to be a bit of a rough_ing discussion 

Bout the stock of mic rockin from the opposite sex

Where comparisons of wearing thin clothes that expose is a prose that the covered rose brought as a flex

There's The women who are feminine and really can rap

To the genuine befriending men to twerk in their lap

Cause a gentlemen can both enjoy the train and nice cars

Just as much as he can fucking the queens with tight bars [8]

If that last line's a bother then consider the fact

Yo ass don't hold the ethics of affection respects 

That there's more than one way to bein vivid and black 

And also coloring the world with the complexion of sex

And I ain't holding nothing back when I'm seeking to fuck

Who are you to reprove what I do wit the music

My God-given liberty's to keep it buck 

That's the sound of Hip hop, and the way that I'll use it

Hook

The mic plugs in, deejay on the wheels

This emcee's still willing to bust it and thus

I can't help it...if you ain't still in the game.

I can't help it...if it ain't you feeling the same

[2x]