[Intro: Amiri Gamble]

Yo, uh... I can't believe this is

Going down like this...

Uh, I can't belive this is happening

Amiri Gamble, Makeba Mooncycle

It's like that, uh, for the next year

[Amiri Gamble]

Remember how we met? It was on the internet

I was checking out your site, so I wrote you a let'

I saw how you was cool with Talib Kweli

Well now you cool with me, it's your boy Amiri

You did joints with Lyte, and Lone Catalysts

Tony Touch and Sunz of Man, but still you stand all alone

With no deal, just a microphone

Pass that, if you forget, I resurrect the queen dreads

[Makeba Mooncycle]

Sitting in my room, writing a ritual rhyme

Verse four thousand and one, and the public still blind

I wasn't resurrected, see I stay on they minds

Aims for perfection like a fine red wine

I'm rising to the top, cuz they're's mountains to climb

And my body has no movement, cuz I'm feeling the blind

I was on hiatus, from the haters, immitators

Like the, hurricane out of action, still the greatest

Fronting with a smile, when you know that they haters

Mad at the fact, I'm old school and the latest

Trained with the thugness that I have inside

Still a true fan with the others alive

Don't fight the feeling, cuz I'm so damn high

High off this beat, that you know I like to ride

Never doubt my skills, cuz others can't grasp

Still remain the best, and I'm always out to last

I am the future, flashing back from the past

When you knew I was good, I rewinded that ass

I blow mean, keep it thick like protein

I sold ki's, I complete like fro sheen

There's no one better, old school like suade sweaters

The pro setter, on the move like go getters

The back burner, killing comp like Nat Turner

You're Ike, baby, make me believe I call you Tina

How's life, baby, think twice, I'm still a dreamer

[Interlude: Amiri Gamble]

It's like that? Or we continue with this, yo

Amiri and Makeba, check..

[Chorus 2X: Amiri Gamble, Makeba Mooncycle]

Amiri and Makeba, smoking on some trees

R-H-Y-M-I-N-G

First come the streets, always on the grind

This is real hip hop, the only way we survive

[Amiri Gamble]

Yeah, as we survive, like Travolta stayed alive

I stay rocking to my beats, niggas always feel the keep

What you see is what you get, never nervous, never sweat

What the next man's doing, this is real, still pursuing, what?

Others quick doing, dreams were ruined, just cuz you went

The crew call it a wrap, but I remain on tap

With that old school rap, that old school snap

Niggas give me dap, cuz they say I take 'em back, yeah

To say the newest, something is the truest

Amiri and Makeba, fuck the haters, yo, we can do this

Backpackers make me sick, cuz they ride the dick

They hear one hot album, now that crew is the shit

And then the next album drop

And what you thought was hot, was really not

Many times I seen cats step up, for that next spot

You had a nice debut, but the new joint is not

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Amiri Gamble]

It's like that, ya'll

Amiri on the track, ya'll

Makeba Mooncycle, Amiri Gamble

For the '05, we going to stay alive

Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, yo

Never die, never die