Nine Five

[Verse One]

Now most of us could waste a whole lifetime

doin shit we don't believe in, so I'm retrievin words

of gold to expose my soul on the sheets

Combined with the beat of song, complete, to compete

Nah cause most of y'all won't understand it

Takin this existance for granted

Never goin after what you really want

Cause you ain't got the heart

So your life never starts to have meaning

Fiending for somethin to fill that void

Annoyed with the surroundings you picked

Cause they don't seem to fit your person

Rehearsin what they said would make you happy

until you realized one day, "Damn they trapped me"

But who are they anyway? To tell you how to live

A college degree, then a career, the only decent way to raise kids

But I disagree, see I wasn't put here to make a living

My living makes me, so even if it takes me a lifetime

I'ma write rhymes that I feel

Some shit for when I'm fired, that shit for when I'm chill

And even if I never make that ticket to a meal

I'll still be a success cause my purpose will have been filled

[Verse Two]

It came to me like a vision

The decision was all mine, combined with the fact

the lack of points on my GPA made a college hard to find

Walk a line into this world, of the so-called real

Never backed by ideal, so there was no desire to appeal

to the masses of those, who seemed closed captioned

to the fractions of light, that glimmer in the dimmer night

Sight obscured, by this BULLSHIT~! we must endure

Pure thought caught before it can become manifest

Leavin us obsessed, with these objects that bring temporary joy

Decoys in the game just like these b-boys and fame

To get you to stop focus on the art

And start focusin upon makin the charts

Not to start pointin fingers

Cause I had the benefit of learnin from others mistakes

Those who helped make hip-hop what it is today

To go through the shit and cause me to say

What the fuck is the music business anyway? Paradox

Coca-Cola commercials advertisin dreadlocks

Government officials tryin to communicate with us through hip-hop

Which should only serve as a demonstration

That our generation holds control of this nation

But the creation of Hip-Hop Temples won't help

if the music don't stay up to par

So many rap superstars supernova, and just burn out

Get addicted to the cash then the label turn 'em out

[Verse Three]

I hadn't picked up the a in days, just been amazed

on how many motherfuckers actually think that this rhymin is a phase

Ain't ate a decent meal in days

So I guess that this dispels the rumors that this rhyme shit pays

Nowadays, it seems MC means anybody on the block who can make words rhyme

But I remember a time when I rapped, and no one noticed me

And now fools is blowin up, off some third grade poetry

And it's a damn shame that we let the game get so low

Where it's the dumbest motherfuckers representin hip-hop, wherever you go

And these fools take pride in bein ignorant

Not to say that I'm innocent; cause I buy these fools records too

So the label can get paid and bring out, another ignorant crew

And I know too many heads tryin to get college degrees

So how long, will we tolerate remedial MC's?

So please, realize

If somethin doesn't evolve or advance, it dies

You listen to the shit out now, and tell me where the future lies...

... bitch