Just Biz

[Intro] It's not color. Color doesn't really matter anymore. It's you. Your personality, your character, the way you carry yourself. The only color that's important is green. You know...money. Green power So what you saying love? So what you saying love? So what you... So what you... [Verse One] The circle in my cipher surfacing Despite whatever's burdening my training Contemplation relating my observations to it Music imitating my human inclinations Some use it infiltrating this culture they barely been exposed to Buried in the over I'm carrying under It's one in a mil', [?] success [?] Unkept streets, my lungs breathe my surroundings These scenes housing my themes my [?] While eyes on open drama goes on like the domino effect This only logical we searching for that pot of gold, designer clothes You'll find the items are highest society afford it But that surface chasing basis of every MC's recordings In accordance with the morning star I rose before [?] 50 bars of metaphor, praising all two ways off the page Beyond the [?] in my sight, show up in the light Broaden my heights of mic, [?] with a similar pose But [Hook] She's steady telling me this ain't enough Hip hop be riffing while I'm telling her stuff Dig it, my music is more than just biz And what you asking for is something I can't give [Verse Two] That's that same ole' diatribe You might arrive at something innovative If you stimulated your end with basis and wasn't so skin related My pages consist of spaces of outlooks of looking out- Side the cubical The usual doesn't seem suitable Steady hunting for something unmovable beyond reusable Beef, recycled lines, I'm siphoning the rhymes who make the vinyl Prime like the number with an instinctual hunger Under night's cover I write, roll with the universe A newly birthed truly immersed beneath the reaches of this exterior [?] Exploring the source of this hip hop, still caught on this corporate It's often just a shell of it's former self When it was more than just record sales Forgot to tell these cats the origin that they came from So I'm creating, taking it back to phase one Where money didn't balance a man's equation She can't hear what I'm saying to her It go... [Hook] So what you saying love? This ain't enough? Hip hop be riffing while I'm telling her stuff Dig it, my music is more than just biz And what you asking for is something I can't give [Verse Three] The bottom line's not always dollar signs Recognize that we're running outta time My mind inclined to take it then just some basement Where it still remain a sacred notch and image of a superstar Wipe away the makeup, examine exactly who we are I'm writing this as suture scars Figure where the future starts to stay within the present And succeeding all they estimates I love the crib but where I'm thinking is well beyond this residence Travelling around the globe, returning home only to rest a bit Focusing on the emphasis, of what it is to MC This consequently evolving as this planet 360 This simply the path I'm destine to, well below the crescent moon There's several styles in my legion in which I'm lending lessons to Revolving at decibel You gotta hear just what it is I'm saying to you So what you saying... It go [Hook] She's steady telling me this ain't enough Hip hop be riffing while I'm telling her stuff Dig it, my music is more than just biz And what you asking for is something I can't give