B2: Crossroads (4:16)
They’ll sabotage yr wire/Look in on you while you/Think yer being slier/Yer thee one spying on you/It’s hard to cut out the cancer when it’s self inflicted/Picture this, yr system with no fluid in it/Drained from you while you stick the pins in/Yer told to celebrate now that the clog is fixed/Do they have a name for this type of belittlement? Oh yes I have 2 words: illegitimate government/Ho but hey at least there’s no terrorists/& that makes you feel safe I bet/Then who’s running the show? How many caves will we enter in? I guess it just all comes down to questioning/Why do this just to be like the rest of men? Apply this to hip hop take us like a supplement performance enhancing no side effects vitamin/More flavorful than jalapeño with yr cinnamon/There’s no precedent our game plan’s real raw/More impressive than no hands look ma/Not mother nature that we’re trying to shock with this/That treatment won’t work, this is not hypothesis/While we’re dropping it it’s not just to get popped in/Have a few hits ‘n’ make a thousand close friends/If it’s not strange loops with true words it bores me/Who cares if you missed our disc before? It’s not for thee/We don’t rap about sleeping on records or sleeping around or sleeping at all, don’t even dream in the underground/You cant chop a rekkerd if yer not awake to inspect it/Hop hip means that we perfect it to leave it unperfected/With each first ‘n’ every second second/& every forty winks is forty measures left unwritten
(I) went to the crossroads ‘n’ fell down on my knees
Wade in the water…
Math: I’m underground like a journey to the center of Jules Verne’s grave ‘n’ not concave this lite we save/Don’t sunbathe/Kick it J-Bandana what you gotta say?
J-Bandana: Treatise on bottom with a treatise on top/Take a patty of peace ‘n’ sink yr teeth in it/This is America the feast of liberty/Ripped up ‘n’ gnawed on but not thought upon/Obesity sets in ‘n’ settles for what the media sells you (the media says this?)/Bells rung when the Constitution was given/For you ‘n’ me to live in prosperity/Somebody took it figuratively/But we all happy processed accurately
Math: Now in my younger days I used to shoot hoops, make news ‘n’ find groups with dope grooves to make loops ‘n’ produce new hits, eat crispix, run track ‘n’ score tetris, start fires just for fun ‘n’ question why no one’s got rich/Now that I’m 21 ‘n’ grown up my approach ain’t so different tho some of the kids don’t show up/You know the boys I used deal with? Share a meal with? Find a beat to steal with? It’s strange how neurons only fire in one way/So instead of getting bored, I make it mine the ones to rearrange/But look hey my mind won’t be the one to fade/So I slay a track ‘n’ keep the demons at bay/Yeah some things stay the same, I didn’t forget where I came/Still the one to stop ‘n’ pray, still rep Record and Tape Exchange (Fairfax VA Est. 1976 ya’ll)/Still listening to Minor Threat every day/Still not staying still, still still don’t stay/I won’t stop, the difference between giving up ‘n’ having roots is one style you can rock thee other one is gonna get the boot/Let’s keep it simple
(Blind eyes could blaze like meteors)