(Jahizzi)
When you put this track on
You better rest in your seat
Put a harness on your conscious
Pay respect to the beat
Now we’re on the next step
You better twist up a sweet
Connect your mind with the music
Its perfection you’ll see
But you shouldn’t see shit
You gotta look with your mind’s eye
Step into the space
Hear guitar with its long whine
The chatter of the snare
High high-hats wit the flare
The kick drum bass shatterin’ all your cares
So forget about life, and all your tribulations
Cuz everybody racin’ and death is only chasin’, uhh,
Pick up the pace, gotta run for the first place
Then, put on your face and proceed through the tape
Get laced, cuz we’re gonna through front lines
Critics takin’ shots
Gotta dodge all the landmines
We bend spines
Expand minds
And break rules
We’re not fools
We stay schooled in pro tools
So pay attention or choose not to listen
Cuz this is god given and I ain’t talkin about the Christians
I’m talkin bout livin’ and spittin the flow
You can catch me in the winter kickin fire in the snow

(Riki)
When I’m sittin’ home alone
I put the whole world on hold
And everything is unknown except the music
My true colors are shown
And I am never alone
Cuz I know I’ll never lose it lose it

(Jahizzi)
If life’s a bitch and then we die then why try
Lets drink wine, get high, and look at the night’s sky
Most people probably say I’m a nice guy
Just wondering why god ain’t treatin’ me likewise
So I write rhymes
And dive in the beat
I’m clappin my hands and stompin my feet
Its me myself and I, just music and me
And we stay connected, homie, like a lock and a key
Like a to the b I’m hopin’ maybe we’ll see
The reality of life and where my future may lead
Cuz I’m feelin’ like a top steed
Runnin’ at top speed
Way past greed man but when do I succeed
Right now I’m feelin’ like I should succeed
Shut my fuckin mouth one day and just breathe
And stop spittin, like I’m just trippin
Everybody indifferent like my rhymes don’t glisten

(Hook)

(Jahizzi)
Build a bridge and get over it on some sober shit
They’re never gonna know you kid
You’re better of tryna quit
He wants to rise to the sun like Icarus
No wing tips so music is his mother ship
And he’s lovin it, cuz she has the understanding
In his bitterness, music is like the sweetest candy
Verses always flowin’ so the pen and paper handy
A little brandy and a spliff now the kid is happy
He loves rappin, its kind of like his perfect career
But he fears barely making enough money for beer
So precise homeboy just look at his beard
And he’s smart, making sure that his enemies near
But his mind is far, always lost in bars
Racin’ through lines with no time for thoughts at all
He’s at the top of his game, with no roof no walls
And if he doesn’t fly then music’s gonna break his fall

(Hook)