Everything

[Intro] [Kardinal Offishall talking]

Bishop, what up my nigga? T Dot is in the area

Yeah, Black Jays and Konvict is in the area

(What up Black Milk?) Yeah, Kardinal

[Verse One]

It's so refreshin' when you hear my voice enter the mic device

My existence to rap is like Sunday to Christ

I'm an affluent member of the cream of the crop

AKA stop rappin', let the bullshit stop

I ignite much burnin' in the hearts of men

Reinstate the faith, hardcore will come again

It's acrobatical, the way I flip my thoughts

Like Ricky Ross flip coke in the 80's boss

I'm all action

Whether on stage or not

The national anthem for T Dot is "Bumbaclot"

So say it loud, stand up with your fists in the air

If the shoe don't fit, nigga buy a new pair

I was told niggas hate when they don't have shit

They unhappy with the type of success they get

It's a whole new era like my man J-Dee

After bullshittin', hatin', niggas get that money

I defend where I'm from like a Muslim militant

Rob from bitch niggas and I give to the innocent

Like a modern crusader who feels for the youth

I stay classy but sometimes I act uncouth

Like Ol' Dirty with a 40 yellin', "Brooklyn Zoo"

Rest in peace, when I'm actin' a beast, that's for you

Jeah

With no fear, I embrace my home

And make paper like I share stock tips with Sean Combs

I ain't never sold a key, wasn't really my thing

I sell dreams like I'm kinfolk to M.L. King

With the attitude of Malcolm

Height to string a bell

Connects like Iphone, nigga all is well

I'm so icey

My nature has gone stone cold

I'm old school

I still live by a real code

Stay loyal to your niggas, never snitch, MAN UP

If you get it like I get, nigga put your hands up

Black Jays!

[Hook] [x2]

Everything I utter

I keep it raw for you

Everyday I made it hot

Year round

Real hip hop back on top

Fuck for formula

Back how we used to rock

Fuck bar structure

[Verse Two] [Bishop Lamont]

Kick a billion bars

Big words, science text books, spit stars

Influenced by Redman, Keith Murray, Nas

Canibus

Long before +Chicken Noodle Soup+ and fancy cars

Name brands, Biggie made it fresh but y'all niggas made a mess

Helped to slip and fall of rap to it's death

Depth

Or lack of

Took it from the basement out the streets to the nightclub

And left it

Ain't nothin' wrong with dancin'

But every fuckin' song you niggas romancin'

Get the current top singer, there's the hook

Get Timbaland or Scott at a video and cook

Ten minutes later, ding, out the oven

Come another dance song, beats soundin' southern

But you ain't southern, nigga you buggin'

Cause back in '96, 2Pac had you thuggin'

It seem to me the industry got an identity crisis

Imitate whatever hot, not what's the nicest

But what entices the purchase, the prices

Sell your soul, let it float till you're lifeless

So rest in piss you won't be missed

Can't reach or teach slow niggas

So it's classed dismissed

And in the end it's just a pad and a pen

Tryin' to time travel, bring the old days back again

[Hook] [x2]

Everything I utter

I keep it raw for you

Everyday I made it hot

Year round

Real hip hop back on top

Fuck for formula

Back how we used to rock

Fuck bar structure

[Verse Three] [Trek Life]

6-0-6

Makin' a trip out to Grey One, just to cop me some new kicks

Fresh to the finish, vintage lodge city attitude

Bad mouth the old school friends sayin', "He mad at you."

Thanks little dude you keep my laughin'

As I gain latitude

Realize you never really mattered at all

Little chatterin' broad

I'm money magnetic

Feel blessed to be in the man's presence

I'm on the grind like I'm runnin' for election

Thee Obama of this rap shit, here to capture the essence of the eargasm

Wordsmith, you Will Smith actor

A non factor in the grand scheme

Pass you like a Grand Prix at mach speed

You like, "It can't be"

Yes it can, I do it all to get you mad

All the shows, all the tours, all the freshest raps

Overseas, makin' cheese, niggas shut your trap

Where I'm at homie touch the map

I spin the globe

Then conquer wherever it stop at

And I can kill at heavy metal to a pop track

Ensure my longevity and move steadily

So I'mma let it live and let it be man

And watch my daughter put her first hand prints in the sand

Freestyle off the top of the dome

It's like...

Naaah. I'm just kiddin' man. Let's keep it rollin'. Peace