I'm a blood suckin, drug puffin' thug frontin', muffin' Why that's quite nice, yeah sure I'd love muffins Warm the oven covered honey oat and butter nut Bake about 100 cause I'm with my buddies (what up) We don't to butt in, but there's nothing better coming up Pack it in forget it ya strap on in, up but the truth, I'm telling you the truth Hip-hop is still alive, and I am living And in to improve we must kill it at the root for the knees not until you see these pupils Youthful of useful exuberance Music refutes abuses the rules And of freedom of speech well freedom to Let's see that as free time em and teach Yeah read it and cause reading increases your knowledge and ideas dealing in the street college is fine, and the library's vital god is the bomb, and LeVar is my idol Crime story, mind story, autobiography, story, long story, novel, or comedy Non-fiction spittin nonsense now not an option squashed it (squashed) stop it (stop) The not has been noddin' they noddin' they noggins, and now the start of the truth So with the movement, movement of humans Using the tools we born with Or you can forfeit your fortunes to the fortunate Unfortunately the poor kids are forced to form they thoughts on things formally to them it seems to be the least important part to think and dream believing things could never get any better than this So rejecting intellect neglecting interest the becomes a nest of sex Best described as extra to emphasize what mom and papa tried to hide Eject the inject the Xbox And let's not stop there watch this head-shot and watch head pop open and then drop to the floor keep going cause nobody said stop Our only hope is the music they listening to influencing they ability to Recognize between right and it's either hit or miss no intermission and intermission is on A light goes on an idea to volunteer my time, my mind, my rythme defines the finer things in life decide to write a positive vibe acknowledging the of the rhyme I am