My Way

[Intro: Amiri Gamble] Yo, Makeba, we gotta keep it moving, yo Knawimean? You know, cats flying Acting like they ain't hearing what you doing, youknowimean What you seeing, they want you to be on some old This and that, but you knowimean, you gotta do it your way, yo So, I ain't gonna speak no more, yo Just let 'em know what time it is [Makeba Mooncycle] I'm blinded, slipping into darkness, wanted to know Where you heart is, is this the Goddess Offer protectiong, put answers, to your questions Feeling my way is just an expression of me It's just like my son, just like my seed Taking what's mine, is this a form of greed? Or is it just a form of my necessity I'm fearsome, with a little bit of scandalism And I can care less about the criticism I'm more constructive, no tape and reflect The future will bring the destruction of the projects Feeling my way, makes you, other than yourself Still insecure with your status and your wealth Opinion set me free, I don't have to front I can just be peak, how many times do I have to write to be nice And how many times must my heart pay the price Not the one to be too soft spoken, already broken Not the one to be all struck, you shit out of luck Might be known for chin checking, I might reckon You have thoughts of platinum, I have thoughts of solds Reaching within, so what's your utlimate goal To be the pedestal or the statue To be the one who stares or the one who gets at you? I'm just... [Chorus 4X: sample] Feeling my way, I'm just, feeling my way [Makeba Mooncycle] Feeling my way is just an opportune Time for me to chill, sit around in a cypher with my peeps And just build, complete with emotion, mad affection Not knowing when to stopping and what direction Some get mad at this immaculate conception And some get happy because of my ultimate perfection I stay humble and say, I'm still climbing But on my way there, I'm still shining Like the brightest star, showing the truth to a Corrupt child like the prime of his youth Yo, Makeba Mooncycle, a self portrait Of love surrounded by hate, in a peach orchid No understanding of me, or my plot But I'mma give honor, some might say it's alot Oh I forgot to say, you must keep it real Hiding behind fake face with no deal Never 'bout sex, it's always about protects I confess, never sleep or take a rest Get the message, I profes to be the best While you remain clones of the unnatural I keep in my way, which makes me the factual I structure my rhymes, it makes me the tactical Not caught up at all, I'm just practical You will sit and plot on how to take me down Wondering why, and shit, we hate her now I speak thy though, my way, my proof I close my eyes, now open, poof [Outro: Amiri Gamble] Yo, that's all I ask from you, yo Is you be you, and we keep this going, yo Let's be out of here, we said enough...