Back to the Roots

[Produced by Marcus D] [Verse 1] Diamonds are forever, but my rhyming is forever Reaching my efforts as I'm climbing Mount Everest Got perfect timing like the president, present and past And it can't be measured in cash Try testing me and you get pressed like pheasants under glass You don't even measure in my weight class Run up in your shit with the president's mask on Just like dead presidents, that settles it Where's the medicine? There's no prescription For this sickness, you feel the affliction Musical addiction have you coming back Just like a haunted spirit on the lyrics Beyond the limits, past the speed of light Thought processing, don't even need a mic I just let it go, Summer set in soul Summer sets fall, I said it ain't no punk [Hook] x2 You gotta be better, stronger, faster, swifter If you wanna live to see the scripture Of your own vision, it's in your grasp All you gotta do is learn to adapt [Verse 2] I was rolling down the strip, with dip in my chassis Her lips was nasty, she doing what you can't see In the backseat of the taxi, I paid my fare Yes she waited there, in the Bay Area where we hating squares Like boxes of Cheerios, comparing X's and O's I perfected the soul movement, glow-inducing Leaving room for improvement Believe in yours and you can do it, using the best of your abilities Lacking capabilities, stretched to capacity That will be the day when illegal fakes see me scrape Like a car door, all aboard to Mars and orbit Around the Earth in the vortex Don't take the subject out the context Don't teach the public this nonsense, we should be beyond this [Hook]