This all came as a result of careful crafting

Even though some thoughts might have been scrawled across a paper napkin

It's all part of the process

The structure's quite simple but you thought it was complex

They're yellin' to us 'Hey! Aztext, you're on next'

Take a moment to focus and get myself in check

Cause if you don't come correct with your dialect

They'll hang you by your neck with it

Sign your death certificate

That's your own potential, can you get a whiff of it?

At the least, I hope to release something significant

When I'm deceased they'll say 'Jeez, he was different'

Our name'll live on if there's still people listening

Cause the soundscape changes everyday

And it's hard to stay original with catch phrases in your way

It's just the language you choose to use to explain your views

Who knows, it could change somebody's mood

So don't get used to us being away

Cause it'll be a cold day in hell when we got nothing to say, OK?

Chorus:

I never rest, I live everyday to make it count

Give me a pen and the pad to break it down

So break it down yo, break it down

Break it down, down, down...

SS:

Outhere the crysis hits like that PC game

My mom's like you gotta fight gettin it easy's lame, /

I quit smoking, now there's no more pot to blame

I ain't packing but I need to get a shot at fame, /

Man, I wish you'd see this city

Not even the sun shines, I don't need this fitted,/

I just need the spirit to guide me on my path

Give me a beat I kill it, get rid of all the wrath/

- inside me, I got my brothers here, beside me

We know life is hard but we tryinna take it lightly,/

Like take everyday for the good things that it brings

And lighten up like my jack when it rings, Yup!/

Tomorrow I'll be a better man, I promise

I'll rubb off the dirt and shine like diamonds/

But until then I got this day to make it count/

Give me a pen and the pad to break it down...

Chorus:

I never rest, I live everyday to make it count

Give me a pen and the pad to break it down

So break it down yo, break it down

Break it down, down, down...

Pro:

I woke up with a fever of 102

Still I'm sitting here documenting one for the crew

What the fuck I'm a do, not muscle it through?

And waste the precious seconds from the sun to the moon?

No time for brian to be guzzling booze

Like them younger kids do with no summer curfews

Cause you can blame it on the Henny, when you struggle with truth

The only trouble is, the trouble is... the trouble is you

I never have to wonder if the trouble is me

Cause I work myself to death trying to hustle this speech

And if we never gain a step and stay tucked underneath

It won't matter, I gave it all I could muster to bleed

Why I do it? cause while I'm bumping a beat

It can take me anywhere that I'm wanting to be

And right now, that's right here, fever a 103

Vindicated. no one can stop me... not even me