Its a Process
作词：Jackson Turner
作曲 ：Soulspeak
编曲 ：Soulspeak
制作 ：Soulspeak
混音 ：Chronmaster
I’m a microphone fiend
Freedom fighter for the love of the art
Doing things to piss the other ones off, with a smile
Underrated like Muhammad abroad
Summersault up out the ring
My shit is coming apart at the seems
I used to drink a 5th of Vodka in the parking lot
And we’d be talking lout, white, brown and chocolate
Come along and lick your lips and lollypops
Here’s a toast to all the fallen soldiers
Eazy-E to Scott La Rock
You good for nothing in every fashion
I’ll write your ass an epitaph as if I’m Sun Yat-sen
Just give me five minutes
You know what time it is
Fat lady blowing out her lungs like fifty violinists
Amadou Diallo, they did him like the German Gestapo
Turn the tables on them take a shot at the 50
Heretic, speaking truth through parables
Baratone voice, tearing down the walls of Jericho, motherfucker
Its a process
They try to buy and co-opt us
Heretic, I don’t fit into your boxes
Yeah, its all a process
Where my true hip-hoppers?
And my Rastas?
If you can’t pick lock the door, its getting knocked in
I rap for listeners, revolutionaries
And wild pistoleers clapping domes
You know the deal like you tapped my phone
Back on it, blowing brains out the hat you holding
With my status only
Hip-hop’s Shaq and Kobi
Try to see me, Polyphemus blind the cyclops
I fight cops, single-handed swinging Ty Cobb-style, if they want it
Howitzer pointed at the wig
Could give a fuck if I be out by the morning
Gotcha all awaiting when my shit drops
Hip-hop heads catching vertigo like Freddie Hitchcock
Overcome the tension
Dialectic principles that make the game change
I aint phased bitch, I’m maintaining
Your shit is lame aint it?
I’m here to bang lyrics
I’m making Pun, Big, Pac, L and Jay hear it
This is for they’re spirit
And they gonna live forever
Never faded like the star berret of Che Guevara
Its a process
They try to buy and co-opt us
Heretic, I don’t fit into your boxes
Yeah, its all a process
Where my true hip-hoppers?
And my Rastas?
If you can’t pick lock the door, its getting knocked in
I be the show stopper
Number one poet, clobbering foes who don’t got it
I bring drama like a soap opera
Breaking door knockers off
I never stop to pause
Locking horns, hard core without the rock and roll
I said goodbye to alcohol, GOYA sipping
Setting fire to Babylon
Educated by the tablets of Sumerian kings
They say that humans came from alien beings
I don’t contemplate the universe, I stay to the street
Make a Stalinista flip around 180 degrees
Please, don’t try to tame this rebel music
Bare knuckles and a pair of testicles is what I step to you with
I’m like a methamphetamine you inject
Cut you down before you get up on that pedestal yet
This is your last chance
I see your cowardice
You stunting hard, I come at you like an avalanche