Intro / Outside Perspective
(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 Hakuna 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
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Has been outdated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
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 talk bout how he's
Gon' make them all stars
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 credit's
A rhyme analyst
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 credit's
A rhyme analyst
Inhale, inhale, inhale, influence
Inhale, inhale, inhale, exhale
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 worlds and the 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 if and's or maybe's
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
Cus 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"
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 credit's
A rhyme analyst
Inhale, inhale, inhale, influence
Inhale, inhale, inhale, exhale
