Aint really a fan of religion/ but his vision was destiny given him rhythm/ afta all im jus a man wit a mission/ my plan was to lissen to learn, absorb the words and return/ and set loose tha evils slay the feeble keep em 2 burn/UH/ I feel blessed my life set today/ Im wylin till im locked when im locked jus write rhymes all day/A mind aint meant to decay thas why mines fulla hope and/Thas why this aint flowen on the track we getting Open/We walk the rope wit a straight face/Haste pace/Replace ya ace leave the case lackin a trace/Back wit tha bass and hi hat/ Cats be askin why dat/Im sayen the beat kno wut its doin shorty can ride dat/I rely on rap, most of em jus high on crack/Searchin round the walls in darkness hopen they can find the gap/But yo mind the gap--it’s a long fall/And fuckin around near tha edge of it thas tha wrong call/To all my killas and my somervillens/I got a hundred glocks a hundred clips/hundred cops shot to shit/aint neva copped a brick, don’t ever plan to/but don’t ever question why a man do wut a man do/some look to the sky and say Damn You, I look to the pen tell it I chose it, still scribin the streets/still a scribe in the streets getting high to the beat/ride wit a fleet, send ya homie back to his seat/Actually fuck it even if he bring his best/Cuz a peasant aint worth a kings breath It’s the basix basix (Turntablez)…It’s the basix basix… Lets really break it down/ peep tha square root science rite near to tha ground/ kids walkin round wearin nuttin but frowns/ clutchin they foundation and stuck up in the sound/ who tha fuck lovin it loud ?/ lets take it back/ smooth ink, that old skool graf/ beatin tha box beatboxin blow it and laugh/ smoke a sack and think wuts really fuckin known and shown in ya tracks/ you ignorant bastards/ lingerin backwards/ Ask em/ every body real hyperactive/ talk smack all they hear is yap yippity yap/ and on the real the observable action don’t show a half of wutup unda tha hat/ perhaps they think they know the thoughts/ why I can’t sleep/ you don’t want to kiddd// it prolly haunt you kidddd/ I want death to have halfa yous on your bedddd/ Let tha Ink flow black and tha blood run red/ This is hip hop/ all for construction/ all to help fix the destruction/ All to squad up nice/ not even a cousin but more a brotha type/ Hit tha Soul wit an upper rite/ Have you in anotha nite / Kid Im Cossacks Vodka you white wine/ Einstein/ Beware/ ME=MCs squared/ You could fuck yaself and multiply you wouldn’t be near thea/ Im a King theas a lotta love and fear thea/ Comprende/ Trust we maken nuttin but headway/ Freestylin up tha river Styx wit tha deadlayy/ It drop hard cuz it come real heavy/ You still back on tha first bar homie don’t you get it?/ you ready?/ It’s the basix basix (Turntablez)…It’s the basix basix… What I create on tha pad is sacred ragin unabated go ahead take a stab/Aint a word you could smash, aint a bar you could harm/aint a line you could match ya best rhyme to, add it up you close but aint won like tha sin2/Get ya logic up, now we got a problem cuz you rhyming and not lovin it, doin it for tha fun of it/runnin outta space that you can talk about ya guns n shit/your reason for writing lacks the knowledge of what a structure is/tryin wit no reason, my ideas could cause tsunami in Indonesia/maybe ya first seizure/Believe us, its all for the colony give my clik time in the game, its takeova we gon be tha leaders/im tryna feed dogg im hungry, you feel me/you feel like you haul ass for scraps? Yea its real b/I kno The ville feels me, tha bean feels me…he fuk ye tha Bean feels me/It aint nearing the end mothafucka, its beginning, jus set off once tha track start spinnin/Once the snare hit, beware kid, opening ten thousand Pandoras boxes isn’t a comparison/Everywhere I go respects wut the ink brings thas how u kno Supra’s doin big things/Memba dat--Gon whether tha storm no matta wut the weather at/the winner set in stone you gon need a better rap/wheres da chedda at?? where tha cats reppin tha facts ova tha fiction shit talking out they ass cracks/to grab cash/ jus like backstabbin ya own back/god surely shall punish for this selfish act/and I help em do it, im a help him thru the torture to ya death day/the day youll hear death say Who sent you so resentfully/say this: that you died by the word of Supra…It’s the basix basix (Turntablez)…It’s the basix basix…