Brand New

Yo, it's a new day upon us, time to hit the corners
 Invest life on these mics, so the gains are enormous
 I'mma rock stages, get the praises and applauses
 But I don't want fame, just the paper and label offers
 Me and Confidence fighting these major label offers
 Because we took hip hop from the grave and raised it out its coffins
 These are five mic bars I display on my performances
 Given to you by the Brooklyn slash Philly native bosses
 Emcees stay cautios cause they know I pose a threat
 I've been chosen and elected to show 'em how to flow correct
 And now it's made clear soon as my pen and notebook met
 I'm living with no regrets, this is the path I chose
 And I'mma walk it while I shake hands with fans and foes
 I got what this industry lacks, well, crafted flows
 Would you be the cause of me having high demands for shows?
 It's well as plenty record spins, while my capital grows
 What I'm spitting is reminiscing a classic poem
 From every made passages, with nostalgic souls
 You ain't gotta look further these notepads I own
 Or the place where raps best ever has found his home
 Now let it knock in your towns
 From city to brother, all stomping grounds
 Fresh and constantly improving
 Sound we bringing back just to get your blocks moving
 (This is how we play the old from the new
 Been a long time, maybe too long
 It's only right that I was born to use mics)
 Ayo, mics, papers and pens be the true's to the trade
 For me to build a foundation where good music is made
 The streets gave me approval to start this music crusade
 Now I'm Caesar preparing and packing tools cause they afraid
 To being victims of bars that'll leave 'em wounded and slaved
 My whole mission is giving people what they usually crave
 Which is nothing but the realness that ain't usually played
 I'm confusing your airwaves
 Making your ears slaves with this rare airplay
 Putting rappers in a feist ragecause they careers changed
 Soon as they hear the words, I engineer on a page
 Hands raised when you pump this on the blocks and your sidewalks
 I mastered this rhyme art
 Now it's time to climb charts
 Maybe bag a few dimes who look good in designer clothes
 And graduate from the hoodrats that rock knock-offs
 Rashad is too hype to be inside of The Source
 I rather be the guy who get your get your CD's signed by in stores
 Doing world-wide tours
 Reciting the type of bars that frighten mic chords
 And keep flexing igniting bombs and it's on
 Now who could do it better, I vow to keep it true and clever
 Never been the type to rhyme just for pursuing cheddar
 But if I get it maybe a spurge would be cool to spend it
 In the meantime I'm paying dues, making moves etcetera
 Spitting pounds of substance for stations in every area
 Making a way that my records rotation much heavier
 The mic crusher and predator, holding the pen much deadlier
 Than any pistol with the potential to pump lead in ya
 Turn rappers into discouraged competitors
 Cause what I write seperates the real emcees from the replicas
 Devoiding rap is what my pen and pad replenishes
 I'm fighting with this industry, bringing it to the precipes
 Avoid all chaos label for the music
 Waiting to see the pay-off
 Writing religously, but never took the seventh day off
 About to crash the plate that you rap cats ate off
 And make the game change course and go back to the essence
 While all this look for day-jobs I'm praised as a legend
 Solidifying my spot is changing bars with the veterans
 Now name another poet I can't do this better than