Intro / Outside Perspective

[Intro: Woman 1, Woman 2, Man]

The first thing she ever told me was that she had met the perfect man

I said "Stop, there's no perfect man."

She says "Oh yes," she says, "I have met this man, and he is wonderful."

John Robinson was really able to control my mind, and control my attitudes

And we were together in person in a way that nobody has, before or since

Who was this man, John Robinson?

[Verse 1]

(That's right, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

He's omnipresent, like the king of soul

He's underrated like Hendrix

But he still loves rock and roll

Splittin' image of the inner self of his father

Walking upon a path, searching for Kahuna Matata

Often misunderstood and assumed to be shallow

He's just ahead of his time with the heart of a pharaoh

Mind of a scientist applying it to the art form

Hip-hop, the unexplainable phenomenon

As the world turns, his insight grows

Sanctioned to the planet earth to enlighten with flows

And who knows?

He might change the course

Put a stop to disagreeable force

And bring it back to the source of innocence

Before labels tinker with the penmanship

And before radio gave substance to censorship

Before journalism was overpopulated

Way before the apprenticeship has been outdated

So patiently he awaited his chance

To break the masses outta the trance to curse the land

Studied the blueprint of the industry through many sleepless nights

Only to gain the information that would burst the plan

Soon to be recognized for his great efforts

Had dreams of starting a distribution company and focusing on a death wish

But he ain't care walk with the strut of a warrior

Reflections of the most high through the shields of his cornea

Living the art of peace daily with visions of Gandhi

And goes to organize the masses like movements of Garvey

Magnificent brother robbed it natural like Steve Harvey

Hated by nice few, loved by many, his essence is godly

Heard rumors of his crew falling off, no not hardly

They want legacy like Bob Marley, living far beyond the

Expectations of some corporate A and R

Speaking the tongues talkin' 'bout he's gon' make them all stars

[Chorus]

I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives

Updating the methods

Knowing who and where you are and represented

I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst

I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives

Updating the methods

Knowing who and where you are and represented

I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst

(Inhale, inhale, inhale, influence)

(Inhale, inhale, inhale, exhale)

[Verse 2]

He packs pro-black thoughts with distortion of static

See it was written like the sophomore efforts of Illmatic

Pulling perfection out his mind, his mind is a stuggle to lease

He had the words and power to get the President impeached

For any king denounced from his throne

Some of us say he had more influence than the Pope in the city of Rome

But the music, so many heads got it and lose it, abuse it

He's one of the chosen few known to use it

The youth refused it at first, then he spoon-fed the babies

Now they all in tunes with his rhymes and it's all gravy

Father never sell his soul, no "ifs", "ands" and "maybes"

Blew four thousand and eighty, his company's still shady

But they can't stop him, he does the work of a shaman

With the soul vision through the eyes of Ra, known as Amun

He used to love her back when she had Sense like Common

Now he can't really trust her 'cause she always lyin' man

Supply and demand, what a forced reality

But still, in awe, he always hold it down like gravity

Same essence, same man, new formula, different strategy

The ruler's back so just call him "your majesty"

[Chorus]

I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives

Updating the methods, knowing who and where ya are and represented

I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst

I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives

Updating the methods

Knowing who and where you are and represented

I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst

(Inhale, inhale, inhale, influence)

(Inhale, inhale, inhale, exhale)