i woke up with this tune in my mind
so i put pen to paper, let the two intertwine
they say who you are is what you do with your time
& i've been doing just fine, staying true to the grind
i keep my chips in a line & my raps in stacks
until the table gets unstable from the weight & collapses
& when it all comes crashing down i'll keep laughing
flashing over beats to keep your feet tapping
i write for the common man who thinks uncommonly
& spit it for the cats who used to ask what was wrong with me
this is for the people who support true artistry
& this for the folks who feel it pumping throught their arteries
this is for the part of me that's always felt invisible
& for anyone who ever taught me to be an individual
from the non-traditional to the ritualistic
this is for musicians, macks, models, & misfits
for haters, biters, players, writers
poets, pimps, punks, & prize fighters
for gamers, rhymers, skaters & bikers
heads in the cipher, the temps & the lifers
this is for the all-nighters & nine to fivers
for the fact finders & the one-track minders
from the big-timers to all the nickel & dimers
this is for the in-crowd & the outsiders
for all the fans whose only concern
is if it keeps their heads nodding while the wheels are turning
& for the fanatics who eat, live, & breathe it
this is for the doubters who just won't believe it
i put it down for whoever wants to pick it up
so listen up, we're going to spark it up quick enough
to make heads start twisting, & get your fists pumping like pistons
until the cops got you ceasing & desisting
this is for my party people up in the place to be
this is for the heads who've been waiting so patiently
this is for my family & this is for my people
this is for all the fakes who front & fall feeble
the way i see it there's no reason for exclusion
that's just somebody trying to feed you an illusion
trying to keep you down & compound your confusion
to keep you from noticing that your consuming their pollution
so go & get your gas masks, strap on your boots
let's kick out the president & bring home the troops
let's take it back to the days of revolution
when a leaders meaning was to pave the way for resolution
this is for the bruised, the battered, & the abused
this is for the shook ones rattling in their shoes
this is for the blues, jazz, soul, & hard rock
this is for funk, folk, from hiphop to foxtrot
one more chance to advance out of circumstance
one more dance to get you moving like worker ants
so go through the motions until you've got the momentum
then make your move, but don't forget to make mention to
originators, creators, & innovators
this is for every underdog who ever made it major
this is for the minimum wagers in imminent danger
of living their days in slave labor
this is just a small representation
of just whats been going down, down in the basement
this is just a piece of the puzzle for placement
into proper perspective & daily rotation