The Status

Cool breeze can't ya see Im on a journey of three to achieve the MC but In disbelief I see the sad scene
Mainstream MCs now just a dream
Whatever happened ta rocking the mic
Every single day and every single night
For the love of the light and the might for insight to incite in spite of the plight we gotta fight? its all right, u're not quite an MC
Businessman would be more likely and I
Gotta say that I respect the way your bringing the fat stacks home everyday
but stop frontin man and just pay ure dues Cool J was doin it long before you Versamilitude on the mic ya gotta have
a universal pulse with a pen and a pad
but its being repressed by the ignorant
As cold hearts become closed minds
time rewinds we find mankind cannot ascend trancend or even learn until we do a little digging in the dirt of the earth
But its too bad it's sad whats that you said?
As you puff out your chest and challenge other men
with racist propaganda spread by government
your closed minds hide behind the curtain
trapped behind you cant see the sun
people's differences become a loaded gun until everyone that is different than you becomes a subject of your clueless abuse
Get a clue man! Can't ya see?
Ignorance is like a disease as our mother weeps
beneath our feet, the earth bleeds and history repeats.

The MC status is always alive as we strive to revive the collective mind, inside, the answers we all have if we can just learn to grasp the right question to ask

Let's take a journey through history to revive the soul of the true MC
ya think it started in the twentieth century? Ignorant suckers!
Dontcha hear the bell?
Professor funks gonna
Take ya to school right now
Coz all these little kids
Think they know the sound
For forty years the real
MCs been laying it down
Hey! Let's rap about money and hos
coz everybody loves designer clothes
But these newspaper rapstars
just don't know
What all the real MCs feel in their soul, so
This'll be my blast from the past
To take ya right back to the old school class
A universal cycle, whats old is new
Little Twitter hip hoppers Dont have a clue that
When it comes back they'll be so confused it'll
Knock em down with the golden rule
So listen, glisten glean into the scene
A rhyme so crisp, a scheme you
Gotta see, to be believed is a test
Of your creed, greedy beady rat eyes
Only seeing green. An obscene scene
You feel like a fool
Rhymes about as deep as a kiddie pool
While my intelligent rhyme binds with time
To stay cool, it's time you fools paid your dues
To the old school
Thinkin hip hop was the very first sound
That the oppressed black man was laying down
You shallow clown, what of jazz funk and soul
Ragtime was made after the civil war
You really gotta learn about the life of man or
Have a game plan for after the end
Coz your pathetic display for monetary gain
Won't follow you after you life fades away.
You're a bunch a busters, businesses minded tools, they say "Spitting bars" is the new cool? You stupid fools I might as well call you
A lotta singing Trump's cos you're both the same, making fat stacks with your soulless claim
But hey, it's all good while you're alive
let's take a little look for after you die
Green glass on your eyes as you go in the ground money transfers hands not a sound passed around a foundation for fiscal success
You may have left but the MC status is eternal friend
alive in the soul of man a lifetime spans in the palm of your hand and then, you see yestermorrowday 150 million years ago today
Just like us pangaea drifts away further apart
Our connection fades until you find just a bit too late that your soulless claim has sealed your fate.
But this cautionary tale is what class is about
Cos we can always change if we start right now
How?
It's easy man, we gotta spread love all across the land so we can understand that it's not about, continents, countries, states, provinces, towns but just about you and me and the energy left after we leave
But we focus too much on the physical plane struggling for earthly gain and if we dont change we're gonna have to face, that the human race is in last place.

The MC status is always alive as we strive to revive the collective mind, inside, the answers we all have if we can just learn to grasp the right question to ask

C'mon kids
Won't ya quiet down please?
The professor has got an update it seems
As the school bell ringing makes a funky beat
For this status update I'll take away the MC
So you can see that the soul of mankind
Is expressed at best in an artistic mind
But to believe what I hypothesize
Let's take a quick trip back through time
So we can see the status of the soul of man
Has been around since we began
Joshua, buddah prophets and Kings they all spoke of the very same thing while the true MCs pick up a mic and sing. A subconscious scheme connects all things. It seems I remember tomorrow today as I gaze at the stars a universal wave enters my brain and it becomes quite plain that the MC status is in everything. The artist picks up his paintbrush and the MC poet picks up his pen and the governments rule with an iron hand while the butterflys wings can move oceans. So lemme just try ta spread positive vibes coz that's all I can really do while I'm alive as I try to revive the funky fresh rhyme so the kids can have a positive influence in life but put on your shades cos it gonna get bright if we all could feel the soul and unlock the light! And the journey of three is now complete as the rhyme ends and the theme repeats. MC, you and me, nature art and history, positivity and equality we are royality if we wanna be