Tomorrow

[Verse 1: Evidence] Sat on a bench penning a verse Yes, it’s Evidence Who wrote “For Whatever It’s Worth” I let the ink bleed ‘Cause when I squeeze it’s cohesive Make a beat, release the cold pieces That’s the sound when I am down and out Round and round, we go round another roundabout The city painted blue or red is what a pound about I’m steppin' out tonight, and god willing stepping out of bounds I came up, but money can’t buy me Love, but it can buy me other things I need What? Do you think it’s time to break the gate again I motivate and think bigger than money out the ATM It’s as good as gone, shit, it’s as bad as here Status, it’s the climate in the atmosphere Things you can’t touch, spray but can’t brush I guess the latency said a little late But I can’t rush [Verse 2: The Alchemist] Sat in the back of the Jimmy Z And I started sketchin' One arm hanging out the window with the muscle flexin' Stacy Adams foot on the seat, resting Open the book of revelations and pick out a lesson Powers beyond control of pencil Draw blood every time I cut a record, I blow a vessel You get charcoal The battery charge while this Japanese sparkle in the carafe Two fingers, raise the glass off the marble It’s all a legend Mix the medicine with the Benson and Hedges Know where the ledge is Might take a little off of the top, fade the edges Still keep it crisp Pay no attention to the politics, ‘cause ignorance is bliss Complex napoleon, triple-X nickelodeon Remove the garbage Work the night shift, the rap custodian Use your face as a tray to put out a bogie In due recording, midnight, noon, or morning So move according [Verse 3: Rakaa] I sat on a plane and let my brain unwind Hot towels for my face and wine Defying the laws of gravity, space and time International air space, I’m flying with the divine Keep the fact that race tracks could lead to dark places in mind Exercising smart taste, refined Higher than artificial borders in these man made lines Thirty thousand feet above a past of man made crimes The future is pure potential I’m promised And unpolished, is raw Soft clay, but data’s the new knowledge The present is a gift, like my presence when I’m gone In fact, it’s always right now, even when I’m wrong The elevation never drops Tell em better never stops Watch ‘em play the part I tell ‘em to get some better props Understanding one world Over trying to set it off Looking down I see the bubble Hoping that it never pops [Verse 4: Blu] Check it I sat on a bus, brushing my wave Sunny CA My sunshine shine, as if it don’t rain Your dame went from no name To damn near knowing the whole game That’s cold fame My cell phone rang My number don’t change I picked it up Had her pick me up from my domain She drove a dope range Like my blood brother who don’t bang She love that Cobain Because she blow brains and blow things up Out of proportion sometimes I light her propane She like to hold hands with grown mans I like to hold papers and blow cake like it’s my birthday I feel I’m thirty eight I say forget my curses, J I should’ve went to church today To wash away my sins So I could shine, when them curtains raise I hope the gas prices lower, like the murder rate So all that break a circle, ey probably With an urban state So much red and blue, you saw it was a purple state I guess they threw that gold on it and hopes Earvin stay