Don't Stop

I stepped up from projects steps and step towards the unknown

Side step mediocrity, I'm gone

Basically back to basics

Walking a fine line like a fresh pair of Asics

Face it in the presence of a mastermind

From Chicago Southside

Cooking food for thought

Open your mouth wide

Rocking tide on the way for the flow

Where your mind goes nobody knows

When you reach that bridge pay your fare

And trust me nigga like CC I'm going take you there

And like a glass cutter let me make this clear

Kidz in the Hall will rise this year

I want all eyes this year

Bare witness with the quickness

As I enter this stretch run

Fond of fitness

Relentless in the search of freedom

Crook, y'all judge by the cov of wild knowledge freedom

Some work for change others work for change

Chase dreams to the last drop drips out the veins

On my j ob I remain majestic

Not a replica jersey

Y'all not worthy

It feels like Wayne's World

Not ready for the revolution nigga, it'll pass you by

And you can't keep running away like Pharcyde

Ain't much to shoot for when living on off sides

Play ball or rap, can't do that

Then move crack...lines in the pavement

Niggaz talking out they ass

Still not saying shit

You can bullshit with Rec if you want

But I'm going make more niggaz want me then the 1st of the month

A presence in the hood call me transmission

Sun and sunlight mashing the transition

Man listen, this is more then words on the beat

This is inner city life on the streets

Of the second city the windy that never sleeps

And niggaz love to knock you down when you rise to your feet

Welcome to fantasy island where niggaz put grills in there mouth to hide the pain when they smiling

Steady but violent

N@##%s put there work of balling old rims

And nigga I ain't talking about hoop dreams

I'm talking loose schemes, diamond chains, and thousand dollar blue jeans

On board for some new things

Never really hunt for the stunt

A credit card comes with an empty soul

Mama always told me all that glitters and gold

And even if you wearing gold it ain't making you whole

Cuz money never ever fill the hole in your soul

But it can make the hoes want to blow, robbers want to chill

N@##%s play sick we can all get ill

No thrills I deliver like Domino's

Rap style honorable

Head of the class

Matter of fact, head of my time

Revolutionary that just happens to rhyme

Like Kweli I rock with a better design

You ain't check that you need to press rewind

For all intents and purposes

My intent is to be intense

Every word, phases, inquisition

Metaphors and similes, is prosecuted

Put on the track and prostituted

To turn tricks get intimate

With the sentiments of a genius