No Question - Dälek

Rely on same information but my ears don’t bleed

Wait for flood waters to recede before we stampede

Live by assassin’s creed transposed to soul of MC

Hands fold and bend knees

Actions seem empty, hollow gesture, remain secular

Speculation of demise tries my patience

Like Whiteboys in Bucktown concerned with race relations

People just swoll' wit all that rent you raisin'

Been 10 years since I spoke of .44 casings

The way time evaporates is just amazing

Await a new dawn son, but without childish eyes

Expect reality so perhaps we won’t shine

Rub away the grit we still covered in grime

Just past my 3rd deck, I’m hittin' my stride

If it’s true what Nas said then we here to revive

What I spit is Hip Hop, not yours to decide

While you’re writing your blog, I’m straight chillin' outside

What you see as crime, just a means to survive

What you read up in books, I learn from crooks that confide

Original thought is one not derived

Idea of being real is you don’t run and hide

Know your role when you speak

I’m the Griot and the Scribe

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

No Time to reminisce, would rather

Resurrect respect for this art form we bless

We viewed as useless, wicked concept I refuse to accept

Lies used to keep us in check and separate

Succumb to intellect of this learned vagrant

Make direct statements reflect your own hatred

Little held sacred, life took as payment

I break it down for the laymen

It’s the same dream we chasing, same breath we wasting

We tend to lock horns but son we all poor

A Black President don’t ensure the sun shine

A rich President represent his own kind

As it stand now, the blind lead the blind

Deconstruct what you fed, formulate, redefine

It’s our nature to resist, to confront

Redesign, be it beats of these rhymes

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

(Cuts)

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' In every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence

Boom bap gave me life gave me breath

(No question)

Spit verse after verse to kill stress

(No question)

Hip Hop at the core of this chest

(No question)

It’s in how we dressin' in every sentence