Stop signs wont do it/ put up a road block I’ll bumrush through it/ I’m immune to hatred, ignore distractions/ spit with fierce passion hot like summer fashion/ legendary no wonder the last name Jackson/ It aint coincidental, maybe it’s the instrumentals/ hop to it don’t no guns pop to it/ if ya lips drop to it that’s mission accomplished/ you tripping and slipping my Nike boots will stomp this/ I murder negativity my flow is an accomplice/ get ya act together, get ya ducks in a row/ you aim for local love I’m shooting for the pros/ so every rhythm written is a go/ every rhythm written is intricate like Whoa/ you’ll never see me slipping at a show/ ‘cause every rhythm written is intricate like Whoa

HOOK: If you feel this vibe/ get ya hands up in the sky real high real high/ if you walk with pride/ throw them hands up in the sky real high real high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/

Barricades can’t stop me/ half my competition, they’re flow is so sloppy/ the other half of them, carbon copies/ audacity to come around me cocky/ watch me, Imma show the youngins how to do it/ older heads said screw it and left the torch cold/ I relight the torch and take the stance bold/ these rappers aint nothing but jokers with no soul/ what you mean Eze? Well let’s see/ do you know the difference between getting set free?/ and getting cut loose from BCPD?/ do you know the difference between life in the pen?/ using a pen to write friends who don’t write back/ and tryna live on the right track/ don’t mean you can’t reach for yours/ I’m reaching for mine even if my arms sore/

HOOK: If you feel this vibe/ get ya hands up in the sky real high real high/ if you walk with pride/ throw them hands up in the sky real high real high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/

Gather ‘round and listen/ verbal engineering ,musical precision/ addiction, rhythm/ part of my condition, requires knocking emcees out of their postion/ from Baltimore to Michigan, you could be in Switzerland/ I’ll learn the language and battle you throwing Swiss disses in/ that’d be interesting Boy I hope you’re listening/ my team working harder than Vietnamese fisherman/ whole lot of rappers deserve no mentioning/ tainting the game same lame and vain sentences/ clear the way, I’m about to injure all my nemesis/ come at me playing games get played like Sega Genesis/ have you hiding your rhymes like models hide blemishes/ working on your moves while I’m mastering my finishes/ you aint got the thirst how important is the images/ me and the music kind of like how Popeye and the spinach is/ join the movement or stay in ya place/ last warning I’m no longer playing it safe/ man the cannon something smell fishy like old cans of salmon/ I aint convinced with what the radio jamming/ it’s not real music yall must’ve confused it/ what Soul Cannon doing make your therapist lose it/ what’s meant to be will be so in my zone I’m patient/ but the world is sleeping on us like a bunch of coma patience/ aroma amazing, persona blazing, fire/ people desire no better occasion/ take a breath then I’m right back in it/ been waiting years for what’s about to go down in a minute/ if you down with it cool/ if not, get schooled/ I’m taking it back to the day when the better fist ruled/ that gun talk is obsolete/ I’m stepping on toes so watch your feet/ they’re poisoning our babies and it’s not discrete/ got them reciting whack lyrics to hot beats/ but not me, not mine/ it’s more than just getting paid for spitting a hot rhyme/ I’ll give you 37 bars of what’s on my mind/ the 38th bar will let you know that I’m on my grind/ by bar 39 all cowards get defeated/ that’s 40 bars of power I give it becuse you need it/

HOOK: If you feel this vibe/ get ya hands up in the sky real high real high/ if you walk with pride/ throw them hands up in the sky real high real high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/ Get ‘em high get ‘em high/ get ‘em high get ‘em high/

Dip dip dive/ we don’t need an intro just to get live/ Imma do me j-just to get by/ plus to get fly/ let’s get ready to rumble/ we can mix it up make musical gumbo/ we can rip it up if you into the jungle/ or we can smooth it out if that’s what you come for/ my mama say ma ma cu sa/ but then ya mama say we got too live/ you say ya baby mama drama got apostles shot/ my sugar mama no drama she keep the pasta hot/ level higher than employees at a rasta spot/ it’s up to you, you can either rock or not/ see we are regular hims/ we are not affiliated with them/ low level players with thin skin/ all talk no hustle within/ they’re lame and they claim local fame as padlocking the game/ do it enough times you’ll remember the name Soul Cannon/ so slammin’ and shaking the frame/ we’re earth quaking for the sake of the sane/

Hook: It’s getting hot in here/ like the air conditioner popped in here/ if we stop the temperature gon’ drop in here/ that’s how hard we gon’ rock in here/

Clap to it, rock to it do what cha’ body feels/ lose inhibitions like weight/ move to the rhythm don’t wait/ welcome to a land where limits are not visible/ welcome to a place where critics are not listened to/ at least not the negative ones I be the sedative to settle ya sons/ I see embellishing is heavily done/ it’s so pathetically injected with dumb/ I just try minding my business/ making music that the world can witness/ I’m tryna see The Cannon on a top ten hit list/ and we wont go home broke hungry and hitless/ ya see we are not immune to struggle the grind is essential/ to fine tune the muscle, the spirit and the mental/ stay tuned it’s gonna get better as we go/ so steadily readily getting too heavy to tow/ got you caught on the hook like fish to the bait/ this aint even the appetizer the entrees great/ you looking for something refreshing take a sip of this/ a sip of reality with a wet dream twist/

Hook: It’ s getting hot in here/ like the air conditioner popped in here/ if we stop the temperature gon’ drop in here/ that’s how hard we gon’ rock in here/

Verse 1: Verbal Intercourse/ stick to moving’ in with force/ keeping the crowd moving improving every show to show we been the source/ I see the young boys emulating the mixtapes/ simulating the hits aint how you get the title of original/ we did this to encourage your creative mind/ step outside what people say and find out what you’re really like/ it aint thug, it aint close to gangsta/ and you talk about you’re ballin’ but ya flow so bankrupt/ I say no thank ya, /‘cause coppin’ ya CD is such a waste of my dime/ that even talking ‘bout it seems to be a waste of my time/ my time is money and my daughters need a place to recline/ aint nothing funny you’se a dummy if you think I don’t grind.

Verse2: I’m prime time I rhyme, shine, finesse/ my flavor is second nature like stars smiling for press/ if you expecting better expect better than best/ never the less, forever the most with least stress/ I’m dope, you need rest well into my second wind/ the second my pen spills another chapter begins/ who knew that that could be him/ same dude with the old jeans, use to ride the 23 laughing at old pheens/ hold dreams close like dear life to ropes/ hanging from bridges you get it I’m here spice the roast/ so I can have something to snack with emcees/ these rappers light weight like vegans on ten speeds/

Verse3: Mic check step on the digitech/ I’m vicious with it. Get it? The critics won’t understand/ I’m hand to hand deep in the trenches defend the fam/ I’m tryna’ quit meat but what they put in the lamb/ I do what I wanna do it’s kind of the way I am/ care less about ya talk, pay more attention to walk/ ‘cause everybody got they two cents/ what nuisance I got a new sense that say let’s jam/ quit work make music and listen to talk radio/ ‘cause everybody gotta know what’s going on/ and every fighting spirit need a soldier song/ but cowards get disrespected like hoes in thongs/ we go

So you start a war with no plans to end it/ told so many lies/ loss so many lives/ you’re nothing more than a Ku Klux Klan descendant/ I watch your money rise/ from corporate ties/I don’t wanna be, another piece in your game/ I don’t wanna hold, this blood stained American name/ You have shown me your concern/ As my stomach starts to turn/ I just sit here wishing I was somewhere free/ Truly Free

And so you say that city life is getting better/
Is that because street corner cameras get to watch me now/
Watch me while I/
Go about my business, which is no longer my business/

I knew it was them/ knocking on my door with stickers asking me to chip in/ for the campaign/ to go towards ads and champagne/ put him up in office so he wont do a damn thing/ I can’t blame him/ he’s just a small part of the puzzle that’s stamped rich man’s land/ it aint him, it’s we who go and fall for the game/ we who don’t believe our voices put into action can make that change/ we who don’t vote but complain/ don’t get involved, watch the news every night and simply say it’s a shame/ when it’s a travesty, every day more Iraq tragedies/ and why we’re even at war till today still baffles me/ Tsumani and 9/11 got billions sent to them/ but Katrina victims had to fight for bare minimum/ I’m not a Patriot I can’t be they stamped me/ disrespected my people my family and still/ In November, best believe I’m casting my ballot so can’t nobody say my voice is invalid/ won’t nobody say my voice is invalid/ can’t nobody say my voice is invalid/

But I don’t wanna be, another piece in your game/
I don’t wanna hold, this blood stained American name/
You have shown me your concern/
As my stomach starts to turn/
I just sit here wishing I was somewhere free/

She was something out of a dream/ sweet like her mama invented the Dairy Queen/She had to be the best thing middle school ever seen/ her clever schemes kept me intrigued I played the back/ she dealt with dope boys I couldn’t compare to that/ my gear was whack/ plus we walked on different tracks/ late night you could find her with the older girls/ they hung out with older boys/ swine controlling, holding her pearls/ pregnant by the time 8th grade graduation came/ teachers knew her name and gave her mama the blame/ that same pack of girls that she ran with disbanded/ next time I seen her I was grown and she was outstanding/

Still something out of a dream/ sweet like her mama invented the Dairy Queen/ she had to be the best thing the clubs ever seen/ Her clever schemes kept me intrigued she still in tact/ she after that money so that money what she attract/ my gear got better but we were still on different tracks/ late night you could find her with the movers and the shakers/ any takers making passes had to be making that paper/ ‘cause she grown now/ own a town home in the county/ work her 9 to 5 but that’s just to keep her grounded/ she like nice things, iced things, keep her daughter fresh/ but her daughter live with grandma ‘cause mommy life is a mess

She was a pretty thing and now/ unrecognizable, and I wish I could change her/ danger, she don’t wanna be changed/ give her cash and a ride in the Range/ cocaine help her hide in the pain/ sunshine girl addicted to rain she don’t want sympathy it’s how it is/ She was a pretty thing and now/ unrecognizable, and I wish I could change her/ danger, she don’t wanna be changed/ give her cash and a ride in the Range/ cocaine help her hide in the pain/ sunshine girl addicted to rain she don’t want sympathy she want cash/

And this how she make her cash/ get with a baller and take his stash/ he fall in love then she make her dash/ earning her rep as a crud ball fast/ you can’t tell her how to play her game/ scheming is just her claim to fame/ she could care less she show no shame/ so much evil in a bottle glass frame/ spit on the wrong dude who can’t take pain/ so he takes aim and choose not to shoot/ but beat her with the butt of the gun and said “boo/ you aint that cute so watch what you do”/ watch what you do/ she watched her move and changed her whole view/ switched her game up the fast life through/ never again will she go back to/ the life she lived now her life is new/ daughter’s home it’s more bills that’s due/ you can’t say that some folk don’t change/ some folk live to rebuild and gain/ times have changed but it’s still the same/ plant ya seed and you can reap that thing/ see she knows pain to teach her baby girl how to handle the lane/ this is life you only get one chance/ live it to the fullest and take time to dance/ take time to breath take time to learn/ love life you’ll never know when it’s your turn

Verse 1: It’s dangerous to be complacent/ it’s too much going on and my purpose outgrew the basement/ what yall call emcees are Sambo’s replacements/ say anything on the mic as long as you gon’ pay them/ yeah, I’d like a mansion and my rims sitting high/ but first I want rec centers with study halls and wifi/ something other than thugging that brothers govern they’re lives by/ scared to stand and face a situation so they drive by/ my mind’s eye sees this as an opportune time to get you in tune with rhymes you more than just rocking to/ I’m watching you Rockwell style/ keepin’ my eyes on every opponent as soon as the bell sounds/ well now what do we have here?/ a bunch of posers that’s posin as soldiers when they softer than cashmere/ last year, I was twice as nice as the last year/ so next year I aim to best here/ yes, yeah

Hook: And you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look meant to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/ you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look mean to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/

Verse2: Nice with it is the best term/ I lay it down like a fresh perm/ see the best squirm, get ya flesh burned/ I’m that fire, the lighter for ya lighters/ take a bite outta you biters like I’m chomping on papayas/ until my mic retires I will be/ spitting this truth from outta state to overseas/ lean on rappers like hard wind to palm trees/ you can hardly harm me or calm me down/ let’s take it back to emceeing no more playing around/ you play with my sound, I’m laying you down/ this is for real live music lovers/ and for the others I don’t need ya friendship I’m covered I got brothers/ wild little brothers and serious older brothers/ it’s over brother you need to recognize it aint a game lame

Hook: And you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look meant to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/ you can lean to that/ nod ya head or whatever look mean to that/ intimidation aint a factor/ agitation for these rappers/ Get serious come on and get serious, serious/

VERSE 1: A struggle aint it/ This life we’re in/ My back steady bendin’ tryna pay the rent/ I’ve ran a red light a couple times/ They sent me some pictures I gotta pay the fines/ The Pampers low/ I aint surprised/ Both of my baby girls wear the same size/ My mama called/ She need some help/ But I need a couple hundred my damn self/ We both vowed/ If either one/ Hit the number or something we’ll give the other some

BRIDGE: I know that we can make it/ I swear that we can make it/ Survival of the fittest it’s the realest that can take it/ I know that we can shine it’s just a matter of time/ until something happens I gotta stay up on my grind/

HOOK: As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music

VERSE 2: Had a long night/ so I woke up late/ it’s 7:40 and I’m s’posed to be to work at 8/ this meeting is so boring it always is/ I zone out thinking about our last gig/ the crowd was goin’ crazy/ the promoter was shady/ we got nothin’ but love from the fellas and the ladies/ man that was fun/ can’t wait for the next one/ my daydream got interrupted “can ya hear me son?”

BRIDGE: I know that we can make it/ I swear that we can make it/ Survival of the fittest it’s the realest that can take it/ I know that we can shine it’s just a matter of time/ until something happens I gotta stay up on my grind/

HOOK: As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music

VERSE 3: It’s funny how the best things in life are free/ but the necessities require spending some cheese/ I’m tryna keep a balance it may look like it’s a breeze/ but music is my sanity it’s everything I need/ It’s funny how the best things in life are free/ but the necessities require spending some cheese/ I’m tryna keep a balance it may look like it’s a breeze/ but music is my sanity it’s everything I need/

HOOK: As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music/ As bills pile/ sky high/ I’m livin’ life through the love of the music/ As time flies/ until I die/ I’m livin’ lovin’ life on a journey with music/ I journey with music

The shot was fired but no body heard the gun click/
we want just but not if our names will become SNITCH/
your car is working but you go nowhere fast/
been working on your Masters but failing in having class/
hating your job but quiting is not a factor/
scared another boss will find out you’re not more than a slacker/
Shoot to kill/
Live and learn/
Shake and bake/
Crash and burn/
I heard the phrases for ages in different context/
I aint racist but my race is faced with a complex/
we don’t need black leaders/ spare me the talk/
we need Jesse Jackson in Ghetto America after dark/
with no cameras no newspapers writing/
no parking, no hazard lights blinking on his Lincoln that’s not inviting/
walk in my shoes/
follow my lead/
raised by wolves/
in a city that bleeds/
I heard the phrases for ages in different conversations/
we wanna be stars while disrespecting the constellations/
your son is mooning the teacher ‘cause he’s attention chasing/
an Aries is counting his days of being a Cancer patient/

a Capricorn crashed his Taurus coming from the Gym and I/
married an Aquarius who saw the gem in I/
picture me rolling/
holding my own/
memories stolen/
still in my zone/
I heard the phrase for ages in different conversations/
we wanna be stars while disrespecting the constellations/