1st Things First

Mislead without guidance No guidance mislead You flew in from where to do what with who? Impressive. Call 'em the tax writeoff crew Prescribe rhetoric for the sick LMNO isn't comparable to narcotic Got it like yesterday's mail The petrified and frail Remove the tail Make records for sale When all heaven breaks loose, hell's in jail I wouldn't submit this if I thought it would fail Not because my skin's pale, I'm an underdog A slap to the face was knowing I'm under God Reality's lockjawed Nothing can remove it Firsthand experience will prove it I'm a truth seeking missile flying past little fibs Permanent press the issue on how it is [Scratched:] Physically separate, separated Synchronized mind Outside existance, internal conflicts With song critics, opinionated bullhorns, that's it Hey! It's Love O'Clock Cancel 11:30, that's a no show pop Through it all without saying, "LMNO's right here" God is a pilot, I must let him steer I'm the difference between physical fitness and spiritual witness Charge your hitlist Every session's a first kiss Take the tisk out the task Enforce separatism like economic class Reality last, break the soul out the cast Everyday my flag is half mast Key kept cool through the heat Reveal deceit Untestable heart, we feel this beat Straight up, we take a stand While others take a seat Forget hate Happiness is who we greet [Chorus x4:] First, the creator Second, life Third, hip-hop (First things first) It's inevitable to develop a flow show shocking From the start, no stopping A branch of humanity exposed They chose to keep their hearts closed Bags of saturated computer chips clogging bloodstreams Balance beam acts, converting mattress backs Jeans built for two, sunlight turned to blue As far as respect goes, they couldn't catch a flu I love, not hate you Repeat it if you will Headliners don't always fit the bill In the brain without a drill Dead bodies chill No chillin: when we work, we sweat They know us through airwaves we haven't met yet Hands in my hair like berrets Guidance is certain compared to bets Immature threats turn regrets Have 'em trained like pets If they only knew the half, they wouldn't be full of it [x2] There's nothing formally about me and visionary Life, live it, stop acting scary [Chorus x6] Can't let go... [Fade out]