[Intro: Benny Medicina]

You know, this is something established between the listener and the musician. Take heed

[Verse 1: Vric Enoh]

I think it’s safe to say the game’s too played and reached its final resting place

Success is stress and, bless the state, reflections of my life were made

With the movement of the day and the motion of my penpiece

I place my life on lines of college-ruled and comp ‘til empty

From [?] to Pro Tools, we grow through like [mold groups?]

Just stomping the path like expedition—these are roads we roll through

I’m making adjustments and organizing patiently

If you wait to overthrow your overcoat, your train’ll never leave

So all aboard. I know this family’s ready now

To make it through the thickest clouds and show you life through eyes of ours

A life of bars but setting free the centipede now entering

The ears of yours to fill your thinking reservoir—now feel the four

[Hook 1: QS Zeus] (x2)

It’s on fire with the vibe you get (Vibe you get)

It’s one life, so I’m wild with this (Wild with this)

There’s one road but you choose your lane

There’s one game so you lose the same (You lose the same)

[Verse 2: Clint Westwood]

Freedom is a mindstate. And mine’s based on applied faith

That shines light in the right place when time quakes

Fates are in the making and fakes begin to shaking

Hip hop’s face is changing but the game is still the same

Inside the soul resides the goal I’m tryna hold

My style unfold through highs and lows

Materialize without the Big 5. Come on. Cry

Step aside, let it die. This music’s barely alive

In two thousand and three, I’m outmanned by the enemy

Neck-deep in the sharp rule of Kool Herc’s legacy

Let it be a remedy, the sounds of humanity

Withstand the gravity and rise above the average breed

You can knock me down but I’ll get right back up

‘Cause across each town, people back with the laughter

Cats couldn’t trash, relate to waking the fuck up

Feast to be eaten. Peace, man. One love

[Hook 1: QS Zeus] (x2)

It’s on fire with the vibe you get (Vibe you get)

It’s one life, so I’m wild with this (Wild with this)

There’s one road but you choose your lane

There’s one game so you lose the same (You lose the same)

[Hook 2: Benny Medicina and Clint Westwood] (x2)

I know we made it, man. I know the coast is clear

So throw your hands up in the air—2004 is here

Yeah, I know we made it, man. It’s what we came to do

Bringing this music from our heart and soul and straight to you

[Verse 3: Benny Medicina]

I got love for these days. Consecutive shows every week

Language Arts Committee connecting with Kutty, collection of seeds

Effortlessly be crashing the door, never letting ‘em sleep

The melody sweet, adrenaline is telling me, “Leap!” (Jump)

I felt the degrees cold and chilling, blows in the air

We all but inhale and trucking the roads like Oregon Trail

Amplify, analyze. The only prediction the path is gone

Walking a path beyond but through this shit, I’m never letting it drag me on

My skin’s stretched out across the cross. Up in the cause, we lost

The price and crucified. So soon to die and lose your life

So please don’t let it be that (Please). Let it be remedy raps

We’ll walk into the darkness and force to the feeling where the ending’s at

Bloody digits dragged through walls, for extra wage uncertain

Over days you working, trapped inside this fucking maze and burning

This place is turning upside-down. I’m finding out

The reason why we skyward-bound—with footsteps in the air, the time is now

[Hook 1: QS Zeus] (x2)

It’s on fire with the vibe you get (Vibe you get)

It’s one life, so I’m wild with this (Wild with this)

There’s one road but you choose your lane

There’s one game so you lose the same (You lose the same)

[Verse 4: QS Zeus]

Ayyo, a young buck coming up, controlling the love

You sitting front row for the show with the boatload [cut?]

You get your clone smoked up and rolled up with roach butts

And with the folks that don’t even know if the boat’s gonna hold up

Your show stuck. I procure the coast with most love

We brag and boast to Language Arts with our ferocious love and, uh

The [?] line will define the rule

Recited from the Bible, consistent as a tide pool

When I ride through with the silencing tool, the sniper rifles

[Yo, I might lose, but?] divine as a crew—so much for you

‘Cause yours is mine. It forces like to organize and find

Specialists in mind with the right tools at the right time

And the right place ‘cause we is. It’s time we blowing up the spot

[Warm water and?] the opiate war got and whatnot

Picture your blood clot when punks got served

Five got what they deserved: [lock-stomping?]—I’m disturbed

On my block or turf, you talk shit, we full clips

I got four blimps, a fortress, and all ships are warships

A forklift’s supporting the floorboard for the glory

There’s no fortune to be sold from the forefront to the territory