Harsh reality, mosh thru the marsh
fallacies and dark's brawn jus mask us from actuality
hafta backtrack to the roots where my boots was tied tight
my stride wide eyes light the mics like a
prize so free wen I cipher, I'm the
scholar of the gods, scholar of tha art, its might
inside guides me to the light, the light which finds
the fight which hides behind the desire to write
I've lied under night skies where sometimes I shouldn't have even survived the night
its kinda like those times when I would defy my own mind
but ride on ride on wit my sights on the heights, never less
never less than perfection since I lissened to the seven minutes of poet laureate
set the best for himself and so it had to be met
pay the respect to those deserving savagely slay the rest
bring me they wives and they heads while tha blood still wet
in playen life's game a chess I got em all in check
anybody wana battle I've been flawless yet
have you lookin at ya death like the russian roulette
watch ya mouth before you say somn that well all regret
I suggest in the prescence of the godsend guard ya step mothafucka

yo thas wut it is supras back in the biz
thas wut it is where every track is a hit
thas wut it is both grasps is a fist
when they askin the kid, tell em thas wut it is

its when the beat tight
hadda learn to beef right
only help to guide him down his journey was tha street lights
keep his feet light, case he saw police right
near the stone bench where we rolled mobb deep like aftermath
but back at it like a crack addict, rebel wit a cause and out fresh like bean mack status
still roll wit the white black hispanic cats
rippen wack rappers till they lookin like the mac had its
way wit em, stay wit me I aint finished
I speak science I speak knowledge I speak wisdom
the boondock saint, whos got game?
ill take ya soul jus let it burn in the blue hot flames
relentless, still visitin hell, whos against this
youll find ya name and address next on my checklist
never attempted to impress tha guestlist
im still hustlin that beatboxin-for-head shit
still reppin tha bean from cambridge to dot
reppin fer all the cats who burnin blizzys up at they weedspot
n even tho im free a tha heat, the cats round here
wana squeeze glocks and see cops deceased
but I gotta stay step above all that keep my head straight
focus on tha profit and eliminate the deadweight
cuz I aint tryna feel the lead as my fate
im jus tryna use the lead in choosin my fate

yo thas wut it is supras back in the biz
thas wut it is where every track is a hit
thas wut it is both grasps is a fist
when they askin the kid, tell em thas wut it is

used 2 play socca wit the brazilians at foss park
on forty bottle glass under stars, as the world turned dark
thas when the monsters spark, absorbed it, thas when we burned green
turn to the wall all ya see is MS 13
but im a dirt fiend, to hurt me fuck sticks and stones
yall mofuckas hafta merk me
I assert the culture over the stardom
why tha fuck u think im gon to skool on the borda a harlem
Im lookin for a place where I aint sposed to sleep
im fit to survive and the wolves eat the weak
and if im weeded out, then so be it
but im hungry for tha life, and the streets is the place where im eatin
keep grim reapin, keep keepin on, breedin songs
feedin moms killin bottles and blazen that cheech n chong
and werd is bond thas all I need til the dawn breaks
focused on a mission so I put the cap on straight
my memorys a library of rhymes, memorize every word said its purpose and every drumline
so when these faggots ask wut supraliminal is
I point a foot above they head and tell em Thas wut it is

yo thas wut it is supras back in the biz
thas wut it is where every track is a hit
thas wut it is both grasps is a fist
when they askin the kid, tell em thas wut it is