I got my own so I never stress his no
Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains
That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise
All city like train bombers
No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
Check out the pictures we painted, yeah
And there it is
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this
Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain
Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas
You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes yo
Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine
The cold weather break your spirit like a water main
Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ"
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited
So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang
They acting like what's going on now is distant reality
Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
Yes, we did so God bless the kid yo
Runaways get aboard the train come on
Caught the train of thought it clanked across the raw terrain
I rock for the purists and I rock for the players
You can't ignore the pain no
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
Behaving so casually that they become a casualty
Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name
Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin' to fight
Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
It's all the same across the board we fall for game
I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies, come on
They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray
Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
Make pigeons say, "Uh uh', no they didn't
I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night, yeah
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
They call your momma Roy Jones 'cause she raise chicken
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
The same artist who smoke rain forest and bang hardest
Here we go, come on come on, yeah
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Since the days of flying a kite and ridin' my bike, come on
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
We dying in spite of getting rich
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies, yeah
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to thi
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight, yeah
I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame
Here we go
Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
Battling the tragedies and fallacies
When it come down like the pouring rain
As soon as we rolled up, y'all niggas burn to this
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day
Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write, yeah
Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in 'The Basement'
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway
Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
My name's honored 'cause my style is insane retarded
Say what? Say what, say what, say what
If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
Now cat's drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe, word
The system that's based on trying to stop you from shinning your light
That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee
You're 'Down for the Count' like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin'
More colorful than Kelis naked
Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousness
