At the Helm by Hieroglyphics from their album "3rd Eye Vision." Lyrics: (feat. Del The Funky Homosapien) Here we go [Chorus:] Life is a blast when you know what you're doin Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined Life is a thrill when your skill is developed If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up [Verse One:] My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement Crackin it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on resurrection, per-fection Lesson #1: rekindle the essence Rap ain't about bustin caps and fuckin bitches It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes with scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope A thin line between insanity and sanity mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality with Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it rich like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan And, I will expand hip-hop as well Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you weaklings, speaking things fore! ign to the human ear that, you will fear now, whether you like it or not Blood clots on your little life on the situation and on the stipulations... the shit you wastin time on you pawns, it was planned like that But we can fight back, like David Horowitz and say we want no more of this and put it in a cyrogenic status Replace it with the latest in technology Hip-Hop policies that demolish ya follies Olly olly oxen free, get off of me You can't see this, your defeatist attitude'll get you nowhere fast
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