[Verse:] My Man Was Deep In Love It Was Almost Sickening Couldn't Leave The House Unless His Girlfriend Was With Him Bought Her The Flyest Gear Took Trips Around The World His Phone Was Always Busy Yappin' To His Girl I Wasn't Hatin' On My Man I Was Like Do Ya Thing Son Never Know - She Might Be The One Come To Think About It Y'all Look Good Together I'm Happy For You Duke Hope It Lasts Forever I Didn't Wanna Get Between Such A Good Thing They My Man Got Inspired And Pulled Out A Ring Got Down On One Knee And Started To Propose But Before He Could Finish This Chic Was Like "No" Said She Wasn't Ready - And Bolted Out The Door My Man Was In Shock And Totally Floored Just Let Her Go Bruh - She'll Be Back For Sure If It Was Meant To Be Then She's Worth Waiting For She's 16 Years Young And Very Depressed A Beautiful Girl But She's Trying To Impress This Fool At School But He Could Care Less Now Losing Weight To Fit A Certain Size Dress She Lives Inside Magazines She Gets Wants Blue Eyes And Much Bigger Breasts Believes All The Lies - Readin'em Right To Left Twisting It Backwards So There's No Self Respect And She's Crying Actually Thinking About Dying Taking Her Own Life Cause The Mirror Ain't Supplying That Visual - That She Wants To See So Now She Contemplates Getting Plastic Surgery It's All Real - All This For One Lowly Guy He's Only Here For The Curves He Ain't Down For The Ride I'm Trying To Say You've Already Been Blessed So Close The Magazine You're Too Young For This Stress Ya Just Got Home Today Got Off The Plane Got Plans To Make Got Dates To Take No Rain In The Sky But You See Some Clouds Now It's Lookin' Like Smoke This Ain't No Joke Downtown Is Your Direction With Heads Lookin' Up Staring At They Faces And They All Shookin' Up So You Ask The Cab To Please Stop Right Here Mixed With Curiosity And Fear And Just Before Steppin' Out You See This Low Flying Plane This Cat's Insane He Not Right In The Brain Feelin' That Something Was Odd And Things About To Change Ya Intuition Was Late There Was Already Flames Bellowing Out The Massive Hole In The First Tower Outta Control With Smoke And Debris Giving Showers To Cover The Skyline And Street Landscapes No Escape For Ground Zero And Ill Determined Fate The 2nd Plane Hit You Knew It Was Time To Go Like Mos, Nate And Pharaoh Ya Whole Vibe Was Like "Oh No" And You Fell Down And Cried Then Something Inside Made You Lose Ya Mind
[Chorus:] Well All Need Change - Now Before It's Too Late - Right Now Aint No Delay - Now What's The Time - Right Here Right Now
[Verse 1:] Should I -have the more well known emcees on this release Or maybe bring a new voice for the audience to meet I could have the most radio friendly hooks and flows But now know y'all ain't my friends in a minute turn foe Because of the intrikit ways- the infinite displays How my cadence moves and what my spirit has to say I'ma tunnel rat - i'm a lip creatin' beats I'm verbal combat - when challenged on these streets I'ma meddafore - I don't sell in gospel stores I'm milk crate - filled with 808's and beat breaks Thought I told y'all - but y'all never really listened I ain't here to bring unity - I was sent to cause division And from that - some will get this highly twisted Low lifes who open they mouths and start dissin' Without really hearing - the message now communicated The vs being finished - now you can all start hatin'
[Verse 2:] I've combined my words with a passion that's rarely seen Brought to the extreme length it's hard to catch a glimpse Yes indeed I make the last minute stretch to fit my ability And i'm realizin' now - I need a whole day's time Infinitely, I make my rounds - 360 complete Alleviate my bad dreams by never falling asleep The insomniac on break beats y'all never want to meet Seize ya whole compound to imprison ya whole fleet Endulge in stress matches spar with self esteem I'm far from being conerned with being hard by industry Standardz commander in chief Keep my vessel clean - supremly spotless I got this M.I. C. held too tight - thats why my words is sloppy when I write For my eyes only and sound to recite So if this truth is not for you - keep steppin smith I hold rich words to serve out - poor penmanship
[Verse 3:] I am now concerned about the after life - before death Born into a dead world to speak life thru text My rep, my steps and every exhaling breath To make sure my name is displayed in the lambs book Arranged in heavenly letters - put togetha in fine thought Across golden lines - cause my soul'ez been bought Sold to the highest bidda - who's blood stained cross Freed the shackled mind - and made me a nine Even tho I hold no cuss words - I swear on His promise To return like a thief - and lay claim to the meek I speak on topics relavant to earth worms of sorts And unsheeth the written sword - of 66 books Take a look - as we pass these last days at high speeds We indeed are in need of these TR emceez Now free to release - His word over beats Sev Statik - poor penmanship - til the INK depletes
