[Intro]
Yeah…
Through the storm, through the silence,
We still rise…

[Chorus]
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
When you’re freezing for the answers, just to feel the sunrise.
Keep your head to the sky, don’t let your spirit die,
’Cause the sun gon’ shine, even when you don’t see why.
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
You gotta trust in your soul, let your heart be the guide.

[Verse 1]
Rub against ya skin more than a little—
Nigga, surprise, the sun is seldomly seen in my part of town.
I know it sounds depressing, but that’s just the get down.
So it’s so important you get up and never sit down.
Keep the motion going like locomotive,
Train ya mind like a Buddhist monk, stay focused.
That’s why I’m staying coasting from coast to coast,
Away from the commotion, seeking peace the most.
Take a trip through the Indian Ocean,
Take a seat on the beach, meditate to the heavens above,
And listen to the beat… of nature—
Yeah, it’s a beautiful sound.
A big difference from sex, money, violence, and gun rounds.
PTSD for sure, never forget the sounds—
Of boom, boom, boom, and pap, pap, pap,
Everybody had to duck down in the buildings I was staying at.
Feels good to get away from that, travel the map.

[Chorus]
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
When you’re freezing for the answers, just to feel the sunrise.
Keep your head to the sky, don’t let your spirit die,
’Cause the sun gon’ shine, even when you don’t see why.
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
You gotta trust in your soul, let your heart be the guide.

[Verse 2]
And I advise my whole city to do the same,
’Cause ya know what they say about stress on the brain.
It’ll make ya body break down, little pieces that crumble,
Hard to catch ya breath when ya soul begins to fumble.
Losing every bit of strength and the will to mumble,
A few words before traveling back to essence.
I pitch lessons fast, how mfrs catch up,
Slippery fingers is usually the excuse, that’s why they missing—
The point, like a number 2 pencil stencil the flow
Inside of ya soul.
Soul to soul, man to man, woman to woman and—
It’s never over, the flow don’t stop.
Drop shiny-ass jewels on these niggas,
Illuminating bright like bottles of liquor tops.
Figure I give you more than you can sip or chew—why not?
I got a lot to get off my chest, my heart don’t stop,
Beating to this whole existence is put to rest.
Rest assured, I broke down the door like under arrest.

[Chorus]
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
When you’re freezing for the answers, just to feel the sunrise.
Keep your head to the sky, don’t let your spirit die,
’Cause the sun gon’ shine, even when you don’t see why.
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
You gotta trust in your soul, let your heart be the guide.

[Verse 3]
Hard to sleep at night, too much to digest,
At one time—two time for the rhyme and flow.
Activated from the weed and the beats that move slow,
Straight through my veins like unofficial cure
To the madness that surrounds us,
Boxing gloves type shit that constantly pounds us.
Leaving the world burnt out, no leg to stand on,
But you gotta stand up even when you feel broken
Through this damn storm of inconsistencies,
Similar to ticking time bombs—
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, the detonation of the .com era begun.
As time moves fast, it gets scarier and scarier,
Nothing colorful here, too many grey areas.
But just know, ain’t nothing artificial about this flow—
This is real intelligence that took years to grow.
Gradual movement is the way to win for sure,
Knowledge, wisdom, and understanding—
Cuts through your mind like a sword.

[Outro / Chorus]
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
When you’re freezing for the answers, just to feel the sunrise.
Keep your faith through the pain, let your purpose survive,
’Cause the light gon’ come, even through the dark night sky.
Who got ya back when it’s cold outside?
You do… you do… let your soul be the guide.

Intro:
(Chorus Harmonize)
I feel for you. I said I feel for you.
I feel for you. Yes I feel for you.
I feel for you. Know I feel for you.
I said I feel for you. You know I feel for you.

Verse 1:
I feel for the future caught up in a struggle.
Living like rats with no cheese to bubble.
Feel for the kids without a father in their life.
Moms caught and strung up on crack, not living right.

Feel for political prisoners who was locked up
For fighting for freedom as the system try’s to beat ‘em.
fxxx the police, let’s turn ‘em into bacon strips.
Barbecue the system, cook it just like we treated
Us in the past and in the present.
Yo, in the future prolly be same shit going on.

Different time frame, same thing going on.
We walkin’ round whistling, singing the same song.
Crying for justice and screaming for freedom.
If we don’t unite now, we will never see the
Day that we can walk hand in hand and live life grand.

But I feel that was all part of a plan
To divide and straight conquer us at the same time.
I’m tired of walking around, spitting the same lines.
Saying we need peace and how we should come together,
But not seeing no action, yo in any weather.

I feel for you. I feel for you.
I feel for my people. I feel for my crew.
I feel for the struggle. I feel for every who
Is going through it, that’s why I spit it through the conduit.

Give that real music, that feel good music.
That music that’ll make you think.
The music that’ll make you change your frame of mind.
Check the rhyme. I feel for you.

Chorus (Harmonize):
I feel for you. I said I feel for you.
I feel for you. Yes I feel for you.
I feel for you. Know I feel for you.
I said I feel for you. You know I feel for you.

Verse 2:
Sometimes I feel Armageddon is near.
Sometimes I feel like if we don’t get over our fears,
We’ll be stuck in the same place we was like 10 years ago.
Yo, I hope you feel my flow.

‘Cause I feel the vibe of this beat is really kickin.
Yea I feel vibe here is really food for thought.
For the soul, for the mind and the body.
Hope you feel it through your soul as it vibrates your body.

Just know the music is for anyone who can feel it.
I give you a movie, this is that real to reel shit.
So just relax with your popcorn and peanuts
As you watch this unadulterated, highly anticipated rhythm.

Yea boy I hope you feeling it.
I feel I’m one of the illest ones that’s killing it.
But I prolly never get the accolades like the rest of them feminine pussies
Walking around with them tight jeans.
Hey yo, this shit is killing it.

Chorus (Harmonize):
I feel for you. I said I feel for you.
I feel for you. Yes I feel for you.
I feel for you. Know I feel for you.
I said I feel for you. You know I feel for you.

Chorus Part 2 (Add On):
Oh oh oh. La di da. Da da. Oh oh oh.
I said I feel for you.
Oh oh oh. La di da. Da da. Oh oh oh.
I said I feel for you.

Verse 1:
Winter spring or fall, I’m known to ball like Kobe.
I’m on the court, but never slip and fall ‘cause I got balls.
So go head and use these jewels, you could use these too.
Shootin’ my flows through the tunnel, hopin’ they make it through.

To the other side, things are looking brighter now.
Through the good and bad times, I still try to crack a smile.
At least I try to, and do it on a daily basis.
But it’s hard ‘cause everybody out here catching cases.

Anyway, that’s just the ways of the world.
We create our own Heaven or Hells.
Based on good or bad decisions—decisions, decisions.
I’m on a mission, driving down the right road,
Gettin’ pulled to the left side, but it ain’t a thing.

I will continue to ride, and drive with full force to wreck the game.
With style so insane, beat is schizophrenic.
Rhymes along with it, taking over the planet.
Man, I’m out to get it.

Chorus:
All I wanna do and really do is just change the world, the world, the world.
With the words I’m saying, saying, saying, saying—
Spraying like aerosol, hoping I affect you all.

1 too many, 2 too many, 3 too many times we fall, we fall, we fall.
So I’ma keep on praying, praying, praying, praying.
Praying that we change the world—
God please change the world.

Verse 2:
Times is hard, but it’s like a breath of fresh air for many.
New ideas and talents sprout in every part of the city.
From wards to boroughs, every hood and project—
Everybody trying to make it out, doing what they do best.

Some dudes are dealers, and some people are artists.
Some they sell drugs, some struggle their hardest.
Not to become victims of the system,
And try to bring some change to this messed up tradition.

Life is like one big melting pot, ingredients is struggle.
Plus the temperature’s boiling, things are starting to bubble.
The pot’s tipping over, but ain’t no reason we can’t just
Soak it up, squeeze it out, and work it out.
Communicate and talk it out—now that’s what I’m talking ‘bout.

A little bit of unity—no, we need a lot more.
In order for us to proceed, I give these seeds and flows to the masses.
Hope they receive it, and I hope that they can grasp it.

Chorus:
All I wanna do and really do is just change the world, the world, the world.
With the words I’m saying, saying, saying, saying—
Spraying like aerosol, hoping I affect you all.

1 too many, 2 too many, 3 too many times we fall, we fall, we fall.
So I’ma keep on praying, praying, praying, praying.
Praying that we change the world—
God please change the world.

Verse 1
At Time I Feel stuck, stuck In My Own Mind,
Thoughts Running In Circles, Squaring Off With My Inner Demons,
Its A Battle No Doubt, But I Was Born To Win,
My Faith Is The Champion Up In This Cruel Game,
Gave Me The Power To Feel That I Can Fight Anything,
Any Measures Never To Big For Me To Weigh It Out,
Im Lifted Off The Spirits, Sipping Spiritual Energy
By The Caseloads And Gallons,
No Form Of Violence, Shall Prosper Against I,
ABCs Its Easy As, For You To Grasp This Real Rap Reality
Wrapped In Plastic Bags Of Funk Flavor, You Best Believe,
He Got Power Like Rapsody, With A Nina But No Nine On Me,
Its Like When I Shoot Game, 23, Shots To The Dome,
To Bring Your Ass Home, To Walk Back Through The Door Of Reality,
Cause Obviously You Dont Know Whats Really Going On,
Culture Vultures Stealing Walking Right Up Out Of Your Home.

Chorus
yo when I kick a raw rhyme, yo it burns burns,
when I spit that ill shit, yo it burns burns,
cooking up flavor in a pot, yo it burns,
mix it up until its hot, yo it burns burns
when the beat is stupid hot, yo it burns burns
my man Havoc gotta lot, yo they burns burns
the bass fxxxing up your block, yo it burns burns
new orleans and queens make it hot, yo we burn burn,
new orleans and queens make it hot,
yo we burn burn

Verse 2
Hey Motherfxxxer Yea Im Back Again,
They Was Wondering Where The The fxxx He Been,
Quit Asking Him As Long As Hes Here To Save The Day,
And Make A New Way , Cause Right Now The Game Is Gay,
Happy Days Is Gone, Hip Hop Is Such A Drag Now,
Thats Why I Made This Song, To Bring The Shit Back Down,
Go Havoc On You Bitches And Give You Whores A Beat Down,
My Blood Runs Deeper Than Mob Ties, Underground,
Where You Can Find Me Deep In The Depths Of The Sewer,
I Followed A Hard Trail Against Rats And Manure,
The Smell Of Loss Was Vicious, But The Scent Of Victory
Was Close And Near And So Delicious, Yea,
Food For Thought For Your Ass, So Clean Those Dishes,
Cause My Words Are So Cruddy And Gritty,
And Grimy And Dirty, And Funky,
Like Diarrhea Mixed With Brass Monkey,
Drink Slowly Now, And Hold It All In,
And Throw Up A W For A Win, My Friend, Lets Go.

Chorus
yo when I kick a raw rhyme, yo it burns burns,
when I spit that ill shit, yo it burns burns,
cooking up flavor in a pot, yo it burns,
mix it up until its hot, yo it burns burns
when the beat is stupid hot, yo it burns burns
my man Havoc gotta lot, yo they burns burns
the bass fxxxing up your block, yo it burns burns
new orleans and queens make it hot, yo we burn burn,
new orleans and queens make it hot,
yo we burn burn

Chorus intro:
As far as i can see, deep inside your heart,your soul's shinning bright, your beauty is my sunlight, i think about you everyday, yes in every way, not a day goes by, i see you as my sunshine

Main verse:
When i'm feeling low, you keep my spirits high above, way above the clouds, floating for eter-n-ity, never wanna leave from here, please don't let me go, but i know i must return, back to real-i-ty
In such a lonely world, in such a lonely place, but i gotta face it all, right here and right now. But only god knows if i will stay strong and never give in, and only time will tell if i will win or lose, but whose counting, the hands of time, as it twirls around, every minute, second, and every hour, they say that time flies, only wish that it will slow down, living in the fast lane, got me speeding better slow down
Yes right now, down this endless road of my pain, and it hurt so bad, but some-how i making it on through, passing through the light, i knew somehow i'd find you, deep inside my heart, your beauty is my sunshine

Chorus:
As far as i can see, deep inside your heart,your soul's shinning bright,your beauty is my sunlight, i think about you everyday, yes in every way, not a day goes by, i see you as my sunshine

As far as i can see, deep inside your heart,your soul's shinning bright,your beauty is my sunlight, i think about you everyday, yes in every way, not a day goes by, i see you as my sunshine

Harmonizing chorus: i see you as my sunshine

Chorus:
As far as i can see, deep inside your heart,your soul's shinning bright,your beauty is my sunlight, i think about you everyday, yes in every way, not a day goes by, i see you as my sunshine

As far as i can see, deep inside your heart,your soul's shinning bright,your beauty is my sunlight, i think about you everyday, yes in every way, not a day goes by, i see you as my sunshine

Verse 1:
No matter what they say, you can’t deny the fact
That it’s hard trying to survive in a world so black—
Like the back of a Polaroid pic.
I stick to the script of the problems of today,
And I don't even act much,
But I put much effort forth so you can see the picture clear.
HD flows like a huge screen TV you see right here—
It's the truth of today, to solve problems along the way.
Just know that I don't play.
Games are for little kids; ain't got time for them.
Time roams like fast cars from NASCAR thoughts.
Yes, I’m so loopedified—emotions going in circles,
So I'm feeling sort of dizzy.
Let this beat bring me back in order—
Now I’m feeling kind of grizzly.
To wrestle with whoever the f*** want a problem.
Say you got one?
I’m the antidote to solve them—
The new doc right here, all your problems I'll dissolve them
To the tiniest compound.
This new science has come upon them,
Getting crushed without a warning.

Chorus:
God, send me an angel
’Cause my life is entangled
In all types of drama.
The stage is set
For the world to blow—like jet fuel
In a world where cash rules.

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2:
A show stopper and hardcore hip-hopper
Without the backpack or the pants sagging—
Just purely my own self and my own man,
Own being, staying true to honor myself.
F*** what you think.
What I’ve been through would make most men cringe—
To the point that you couldn’t take the pain
Or return back to a normal medium.
Spiritual titanium.
Chemical properties that'll cause mad atrocities.
World out of order—like missing fragments to the puzzle.
My rhymes are the pieces that fit perfectly.
Yes, it’s a match.
No, this ain't a date.
I throw jewels and hope you catch them—
Butterfingers.
See, you're missing the point.
This is the serious joint.
Roll it up and let it anoint
Your mind with the truth that’s all around—universal.
For the world to feel,
’Cause most people are blind to the facts, for real.
They don't wanna hear the truth,
But I could never dumb it down.
These are smart bars
For whoever wants me to school your town.

Verse 1:
I could never forget where I come from.
The way I grew up was rough—
For a child to endure,
The pain was taller than
The moon, the stars, and those raindrops
From Mother Earth crying upon my hood.
That’s where we come from.
How could I ever forget?
And many just can’t relate
To violence when it propels:
Poverty, drug sales,
Extortion of Black males,
Education when it fails.
Black males—every one around me is dying fast.
Funeral after funeral,
We need some peace at last.
At least for a week or two.
My family’s struggling,
Just trying to make it through
Any door of opportunity
That presents itself to me—or you.

Verse 2:
Please God, help us out now.
Satan lives next door—
Two blocks from a war zone.
About-face, the war is on.
Rival battlegrounds,
Where I saw my first body rot.
Crack spots on every block,
Cops parked in every lot.
Reputation is a heavy knot.
Pass the ganja—don’t stop now.
It’s time to get it, get it—
Get the gat now.
Them killers is on the prowl,
Thirsting for bloodshed.
How can we live like this
And be proud to call our city home?
My rhymes are colorful.
Crime is colorful.
Red and blue lights—
Dudes be banging like Crips and Bloods
In broad daylight.
Static is automatic on sight,
Just like eyesight—
That never deceives me
When I see many fights,
Plenty of guns, plenty of knives,
Plenty of times, plenty of nights.
Alright.
Hopefully, you get it:
Actions have reactions—
Life is math, scientific.
It ain’t hard to tell or spell out:
You were born to be gifted.