[Verse 1: Dialectic]

It's the same story, every morning I'm waking up

Cold sweats, red flashes, mentally chained up

I've heard the fable repeated, but it ain't enough

They say every saint has a past, and every sinner; a future

But what worth is it? When they've programmed you like a computer

We've got no morals, so we feel no pain

Sold our souls in the lust for jewels and fame

No crack cocaine in the back alleys where I live

But privileged youth hooked up on chronic

Battle Scars on my face, and a spirit as old as time

Lately been reckless, but now the motto is to survive

I ain't here to promote slander or heinous gun crime

I'm here to bring back Hip Hop and telepathically open your mind

Lets take back the art form from those corporate thieves

Lyrically crush their temples, and set fire to the beat

I'll repeat what I said 'till I make it history

Got a tenacious flow so don't try to tame me

Got more weight on my shoulders than Atlas ever bore

Here to break down the barriers and bury the conquerors