From the I-95 to the Autobahn
I dig grooves and rhyme tracks like the art of form
The rain might stop but that don't mean the water's gone
It's kind of deep huh? well this is that sort of song
The kind of shit that will make your whole life montage
To recognize you ain't that small or that large
To make you understate, humble, yet headstrong
Enough to tell a motherfucker when he dead wrong
Cause from the Verrazano Bridge to the Golden Gate
I put the pen to the pad and I procreate
So put the rhyme to your mind in a sober state
And intoxicate... here let me demonstrate
Gotten from the verses that I transmit
Me able to bring the rain, hail, (where you coming from?)
Snow and earthquake break
Worldwide, nationwide, statewide, citywide
Turning' up the living wide
From the New Museum to the Guggenheim
You could set the time to a J-live rhyme
Without a phone, 50/50, or a life line
Ask the audience whose music you incline
Cause from the Adirondacks to the Himalayas
I cause landslides burying my naysayers
Ask Buffy who the real vampire slayer
The ten percent advocates never had a prayer
Whether the Euphrates River or the Harlem River
Every song a spine shiver, goosebump giver
Every lyric got delivered from my rhyme quiver
You set the pace here have another taste
Maintain titles like lemonade refills
Drop that science like cartoon anvils
Bring the competition to a motherfucking standstill
Cause the songs I arrange
Got range like rovers over lands
Make your man, woman, and child
Worldwide, nationwide, statewide, citywide
Turning up the (where you coming from?) living wide