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 mind toss 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 From the Marizano Bridge to the Golden Gate I put the pen to the pad and I procreate To put the rhyme to your mind in a sullen 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?)
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 cross landslides varying my naysayers Ask Buffy who the real vampire slayer The ten percent advocates never had a prayer Well every Euphrates river or the Harlem river Every song your spine shiver blue spark giver Every liver got to live here for my rhyme quiver You set the pace here have another taste
Maintain titles like ?demanay? refills Drop that science like cartoon anvils Bring the competition to a motherfucking standstill Cause the saws higher range Got range like rovers over lands Be a man, woman, and child
Worldwide, nationwide, statewide, citywide Turning up the (where you coming from?) living wide