At the Helm

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Here we go
 Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
 Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
 Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
 If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
 My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement
 Crackin it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on
 Resurrection, per-fection
 Lesson #1: rekindle the essence
 Rap ain't about bustin caps and fucking bitches
 It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity
 All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes
 With scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope
 A thin line between insanity and sanity
 Mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality
 With Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it: rich
 Like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan
 And, I will expand hip-hop as well
 Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you
 Weaklings, speaking things foreign to the human ear
 That you will fear now, whether you like it or not
 Blood clots on you little life on the situation
 And on the stipulations... the shit you wastin
 Time on you pawns, it was planned like that
 But we can fight back, like David Horowitz
 And say we want no more of this
 And put it in a cyrogenic status
 Replace it with the lastest in technology
 Hip-Hop policies that demolish ya follies
 Olly olly oxen free, get off of me
 You can't see this, your defeatist attitude'll
 Get you nowhere fast, I tend to my task cause
 Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
 Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
 Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
 If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
 Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
 Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
 Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
 If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
 Don't even start on the next man, let's scan
 Your situation, you still have no patience
 Flip on niggaz, rob niggaz, even family
 All the way up to your moms - you can't stand to be
 In the house, but when you kicked out you beggin
 To come back in then the same old skit happens
 You say you rappin but you don't know the essence
 Just hoe slap and bustin caps is your message
 Plus every time I put some scrill down, you steal it
 If that's your way of teachin me a lesson I don't feel it
 Your raps reflect your life and that's a shame
 Cause the way you're soundin, you must think that it's a game
 I can see if you came from the ghetto, but you came
 From the Meadow - you really need to let that go
 You got no respect for hip-hop, and you tryin to rhyme
 Biding your time and I find it a crime
 I even tried to bury the hatchet man
 Cause we all African, you wanna be a rapper
 Start practicin, you can't even flow right
 Spend most of your time fuckin hoes, gettin in fights
 Hangin out, with no mission in life
 And you're missing your life, and you'll be missing out on life
 I won't sweat you for that G you stole
 Cause if you're still alive, I'll be there to see you fold
 Told ya!
 Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
 Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
 Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
 If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
 Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
 Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
 Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
 If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
 You could be a rapper an acto a gun clapper
 A comedian providing laughter as a bachelor
 A pastor of a chapter, a doctor, a lawyer
 A fireman, a hired hand, whether boy or girl
 It's your world your future you control it
 Whatever you do, early on, is how you mold it
 I record it, sold it, told it to you
 Mr. Del wouldn't tell you nothin that ain't true, because
 Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
 Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
 Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
 If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up
 Think you're able to label the Hiero sound?
 You still haven't found a comparable variable
 You think you're able to label the Hiero sound?
 You still haven't found a comparable variable
 All you marks... YAH!
 This the freshest shit and you know it
 

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Duration
04:18
Key
11
Tempo
93 BPM

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