Big Shame, Seth Static, PJ Katz on the boards
Y'all thought I wasn't gonna be here, but I'm here right now
I'm a vagabond on sheets so I can ink out these thoughts
To bring the cross across to a lost land
Expand the issues of love now, so you feel
How it is to live something so real, indeed
I was called to write for the common man's cause
Of course it was a gift, but a curse of you's wrong
And that's why some still live that same song
The notes ain't changed and the pages are all torn
They were all worn, but still triangle pop
Without bringing that real hip-hop
We got the formula all locked and the key to respect
It don't stop, y'all, we brawn to come correct
Ton of raps and deep sounds

Space 5, coincide in this MC
Right here, right now, writing for the free and bound
Moms for the kingdom is world
But now, what you know about that true underground?
I'ma make this last, so everyone is served
Give a callin' to the world, so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick while living this written word
Turn, flash, take, aim, and burn
I'ma make this last, so everyone is served
Give a callin' to the world, so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick while living this written word
Turn, flash, take, aim, and burn
Well, when we came out, y'all was making demos
Holding on to weak ideas, you shoulda let go
You wasn't doing shows, you was starting beef
Throwing dirt on my name, I put the word in the streets
You ain't see me at church, talking about Jesus saves
I was out on the block, a witness to his name
From New York to LA, back to the 518
We strapped with the rhymes you hate, sick with the lies you make
You never looked through the window of art we gave
Stuck us in the basement, we were stuck in the basement

Then stole from our name, we took a break
Just to get the business straight
But snakes quickly dug us a grave
And then turned away, but all of y'all
Hopin' and prayin', played out in vain
You shoulda stopped writing raps or else I stayed out the game
So close your trap if you ain't saying nothin' positive
Get at me to the grill if you don't like the way I'm droppin' it
I'ma make this last, so everyone is served
Give a callin' to the world, so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick while living this written word
Turn, flash, take, aim, and burn
I have to redefine my lifestyle, we all used to know
Get up on this microphone and let the world see how we grown
Sowing up seeds, eternally blessed
Let me intercede for a second of time, we like to rhyme for a purpose
Let my heart loose, set the stage for a brand new crew
I'm from the five, one, and two

Watch me manifest my love and show you where I'm from
Reppin' these Arbor Hill streets where growin' up wasn't sweet
It was no dip from the Bronx, a BK to Queens
So it seems we gotta live for the moment to return it to
The sender, the lender, who gave birth to you
In this universe of constant change
Lookin' to affect lives, not jockin' fame
The next minute isn't promised so there's no waste of time
Like my man JB sees the moment, make it mine
I'ma make this last so everyone is served
Give a call into the world so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick while living this written word
FLASH, TAKE, AIM and BURN
I'ma make this last so everyone is served
Give a call into the world so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick while living this written word
FLASH, TAKE, AIM and BURN
Foles can't get along, some can't write a song
Critics always get it wrong, rock to the break of dawn
Foles can't get along, some can't write a song
Critics always get it wrong, rock to the break of dawn