Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown Like a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin' Music is my transportation my tank is full, My alter egos on production providing the fuel My school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin hiphop a facelift The formula's this: raw beats for consumption With more **** lines than Scarface equals combustion Burning competition, when Keros on the scene I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhDs Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it Providin light like Christ to guide the lost out of darkness Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity I'm flippin concepts conscious like Confucius So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music Now that you know a bit about me, its time we dig deeper, Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet you Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers And for a breather I'd smoke refer at recess for leisure Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker Flippin freestyles ciphers from morning to noon Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons Yeah the good old days, when everything was new Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we'd seldom sing the blues Spending all day flippin skate boards on pavement Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous And I'm sayin things are changing, enjoy the ride With the creator on my passenger side I will survive As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence God gives me the gift of today I call the present I said God gives me the gift of today?
Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown Like a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin' Music is my transportation my tank is full, My alter egos on production providing the fuel My school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin hiphop a facelift The formula's this: raw beats for consumption With more **** lines than Scarface equals combustion Burning competition, when Keros on the scene I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhDs Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it Providin light like Christ to guide the lost out of darkness Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity I'm flippin concepts conscious like Confucius So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music Now that you know a bit about me, its time we dig deeper, Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet you Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers And for a breather I'd smoke refer at recess for leisure Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker Flippin freestyles ciphers from morning to noon Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons Yeah the good old days, when everything was new Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we'd seldom sing the blues Spending all day flippin skate boards on pavement Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous And I'm sayin things are changing, enjoy the ride With the creator on my passenger side I will survive As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence God gives me the gift of today I call the present I said God gives me the gift of today?
