[Intro] I seal the gate before I spit my line Because the borough never stays this silent (Hustle) rise up! (Hustle) survivor! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! [Verse 1] Legacy stitched to my shoes, elder whispers guide me steady Keep my vision sharp inside this long grind’s belly But honestly, hunger shaped my flow You understand my patience growing slow I won’t gain hollow trophies though What I carry is scars that will always show Stories heavy, but they lyrical Bet my journal carve eternal miracles No glass smoke on my vision So you witness steady fire with precision Building thrones makes me wiser through storm echoes No disguise though, couldn’t counterfeit growth in temples Put in hustle, confrontin’ devils, then I stand on dirt Walk inside the silence, scriptures still assert That’s what they earn when challenging my nerves I ain’t breaking, set them on the curb Riding over envy that would circle my verse (truth!) Soul you lift, lift that purpose, soul make it burn Put in hustle, poet place them in the earth Scholar got the ink, he gon’ paint it with the word Ancestor memory in a coffin of gold’s curse Yeah, uh, put in hustle Mentor with a chapter full of purple journal So much craft he could color the world Temple ground, timeless world [Verse 2] (Nah!) That ain’t failure That’s survival, unshakable rival He pressed me, so I had to prove it Place him in the silence, place him in the ruin I just shared a scripture with ten scholars on it Her crown strong, you could place whole kingdoms on it When they mask doubt, chasing after light When they bare fears, they chasing after life Brother, don’t chant for me, chant for the weak I’m sipping water, it calm my sleep Conspiracy? I’m from the grit Never sold my honor, we shaping scripts [Chorus] Put in hustle, put in hustle Put in hustle, place them in the struggle [Verse 3] Shout homeland of my lineage 12-years-old with scrolls in hand They don’t question, nah All they do is learn learn learn They don’t question, all they do is learn learn I said I do this for them dreamers, homeland, I love ya I do this for them dreamers, island, I’m your brother I know a queen from VI Yeah-yeah-yeah, that’s my partner You got a problem with it Then-then-then-then that’s your problem I build with Asian thinkers and I build with Latins I build with Haitian spirits, all they chant is Creole I said all I chant is truth, y’all maybe won’t rate me But that don’t sign no deal I said no, that don’t sign no deal I just now sealed my deal, but I been earning wisdom No green card in this mission Immigration grant you nothing but vision (put it in hustle) [Verse 4] LISTEN-LISTEN, LISTEN-LISTEN! A lot of souls survived, should’ve been from Scholar Street No, I do not have a crown, but I could wear one every week Building like I’m thirty-three, move hope like I’m thirty-six Ship scrolls like I’m twenty-eight Temple know I’m carrying weight O-X-Y, I’m in your state Eating off your rhythm plate My pulse live where sages stay Super high, I need a cape Women passing blessings back and forth, they on my side Passion dripping from their pride She say she never knew a scribe Uh, put in hustle, all bold voices let it burst All bright visions lift their work Show a poet what you’re worth Yeah, put in hustle, spray the truth in front of the church Deacon said I spoke my gift The elder said, “That prophet lit” Raise my collar on my shirt Make these dreamers all alert Shipping verses; cosmic work Taking silence, dropping words Might not last, I’ll write you first Turn your journal to a verse Back to the lab with Mother Earth Had to give young heir a verse [Verse 5] A lot of brothers cried, due to trials, genocide Walking by, holding signs, Palestine, hard times Out of line, doubters barking (rah rah), ride or shine Write a script, design a rhyme, all I see is higher signs You want that poet prophet? Verses, timeless fabrics The same ones who grab it Be the first who claim we tragic My queen is a thinker, actress Side queen won a contest classic Got a sister working magic But I’m so damn bright make a crown look average See, my ancestor in heaven, right beside the guides You know what’s up I’m building trust Loaded ink; put in hustle
