I took the day off Looked out the window Working the weekend ain't all this brother needs to freakin' Breathe fair air as I prepare to look fresh Wondering what my life's gone get On the placement test As I caress the pencil and put volume on the instrumental I realized that bustin' suckas was a task that was too simple Now as my deep thought pondered And my intellect wandered It took me to a scene that made a revelation of a daydream And it was my mom singing "don't let em' fool ya" And they only gone give ya "three-fifths while they school ya" So read, read, read, cause your mind will forever feed The need to water your soul's seed And then you'll find your life's creed I remember when I was dumb deaf and blind An 85-er Striving to walk the path and swerving off the road when driving Reckless tunnel vision dazed and confused and blinded Stumbling when trying to walk the path I couldn’t find it I loved the Bible, but I knew it was more The scientist inside my inner core longed to explore my climate So I prayed to the Lord to give me some deliverance To lift me from the spell of ignorance which had me binded tight Then it came like a thief in the night Restored my cultural heritage switching wrong into right Yeah tight- Then it came like a vision of light And got me open for scoping so I could cope with this life - cause Gotta be more to Life More to Life More to Life than this (repeat 3x) Some of my elders wrote some books I took a look- bought some more Now I realize what I'm here for where I came from- who I am- and where I'm going Bustin' what I'm knowing to the seeds so they can start growing Will power makes me a God as an individual Indivisible plus dual- spitting jewels from the Mystery Schools Which is my purpose during my stay on this earth is To acknowledge my knowledge of self and then Bring it to the surface Expose the kind of information that'll make yall nervous Which my duty as a volunteer for The Most High's Secret Service My job description in this world is a rebel Who's here to let yall know that life has a brighter level Entered a new stage in my development Intelligence actively seeking my inheritance for wealth And all my elders like Ashra Kwesi and Dr. York and Dr. Afrika Taught me knowledge of self The Dead Sea Scrolls and Holy Tablets, Enuma Elish, Gilgamesh, Atra Hasis Big books initially was difficult to overstand But through diligence I know ‘em like the back of my hand And now my lyrics is infused with truth The most "beautifullest" thing in this world is the facts and the proof That I use in the booth Fight for freedom my soul takes flight There’s gotta be more to life than this I knew I was right Gotta be more to Life More to Life More to Life than this (repeat 3x)

Dee Dat Dah Ready and willing to set it off Letting off like bullets from an Uzi Kick down your door and say excuse me (excuse me) Lyrically I’m on some old school futuristic shit Like Dr. Who be Truly- dedicated To ripping a part of rhythm True Hip Hop as long I’m living Plus I roll with Rubber Peeple I’m in sole control of my universe And If you ask me I’ll write you a verse Damage I do the worst I’m one of those cats that kills a cipher Cause I spit fire like a lighter Strike like a viper I got a double edged sword that’s bound to slice ya Plus I’m nicer Than any nigga out there trying to sound like Roger Troutman You know you need to cut it out man I mean think about it You synthesized a waste of rhyme Forget it I’m not even gone waste my time (CHORUS) Dee Dat Dah- Dah Dah- Doe Doe Dee Dat Dah Dee Dat Dah (repeat 3X) La-di-Da-di- my words bout to have a party Don’t cause trouble Might bother everybody Don’t believe much that my mind don’t touch Surprised by nothing I done seen enough But there’s always something from here the problems clear Cats been wanted to be these singers that have appeared Suckas is too high to get us a verse that’s gone fly Til’ more people call ‘em on it they gone continue to get by I plead the 5th Like Tyrone disrespecting the microphone While our children are zombies in the twilight zone I’m blown Like Hillary when Obama won Iowa Future losers follow the dress code on the flyer Bustas steady fantasize when their words are really cries They need help Their actions say they ain’t happy with they-self Under the spell of Novus Ordo Seclorum While you warn ‘em about these rhymes Imma pray for ‘em (bridge: Hit ‘em with the Dee Dat Dah- Dah Dah) Now why you wanna go and do that Something like that Disrespect my set if you wanna We coming right back You thought we was soft cause we was drinking herbal tea But verbally J.E.P.O. be murdering Talking smack and serving teams Talking back that’s murder B You never heard of me What is you “taum-bout”? Audiences catch me with their arms out I ought to write a song bout How you faggots galavant I just don’t understand how you sagging small pants And you’re acting arrogant Man up that’s all I ask Why you be grittin so hard when you be walking past? You niggas ain’t hard to me you’re just a tall glass Of lemonade finna get played for all your cash Like hoes That’s getting pimped by those That’s rocking hair rollers with some Gators and them colorful clothes on (yo) I’m sick of niggas with the Ra- Ra- Ra That’s why I’m bout to hit you niggas with the Dee Dat Dah (uh) (CHORUS) Dee Dat Dah- Dah Dah- Doe Doe Dee Dat Dah Dee Dat Dah (repeat 3X)