The Right

{*scratched Speak & Spell: "Dee, Jay, I, Dee"*} [Wrekonize] It's Wrekonize.. Jean Grae.. ha ha! I spit a mean ol' lil' song bouncin past the break of dawn 'Til I wonder under which planet's orbit have I gone I am the E-lectric, next shit you keep on hearin With a million little soldiers holdin up the gold appearance I ride along the third rail with six lonely senses Beotch carries a burnt tail, she slides along the fences See me, I can attain elite, off of the game CD, sales are lame so F-F-F-FUCK radio play We are the lost children runnin 'round in circles Feelin off them flat screen dreams all in between commercials I sit up in the nighttime wonderin why I even write lines I thought the world was 'sposed to end w-w-way back, in the nine-nine But oh my my, if I lie, then strike me down I see... D-D-D-D-DJ I-Dee [Chorus: DJ I-Dee] Well hello, my children, how've you, been feeling? The world is, unwilling, to make peace, for living I see, they want to make a problem fightin me But you can not control the soundwaves without the right I-Dee I say well hello, my children, how've you, been feeling? {*scratching*} [Jean Grae] Have you lookin mo' sedated Faded out, with a razor blade in my mouth Who the crazy lady? Boys want to know I'm out No doubt, Jean Grae, they po' it out Hey baby, you ready? Just kind of like you like Detroit In the daytime, ghost ghost I'm naplam, you an A-bomb, coast coast Smoke stogs, close fold, whatever goes Rose golden vocal flows with the word tight That's anybody comin with the nerve right To get served right Pedals hit the floor and it's a curb fight But I'd rather wrestle with you tonight If harassin occurs tonight, word to Christ Simple like a Phife verse, reverse a verse from Phife Words can't say what you really wanna do When your actions can't imagine two in life In Imax, with the adjectives I'm an epidemic novel verbal masochist When we kiss, I can sense you convinced to believe the name But fame couldn't keep things in his hands 'til the lockdown Just fantasy like puttin Glocks down Don't be mad at me, baby not now We can both be ridin in the sunset, puttin the top down Puttin the top down, puttin the top down, puttin the top down... [Chorus] {*scratching to end*}