[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Yeah... check the vibe, the abstract poet, you know it, We plant the seed of the thought and then we grow it. Let it blossom for the people in the place to see, It's all about the mental, the metaphysical, you and me. We navigate the soundscape, escape the foolishness, They operate on fake, we state the truly fresh. It's less about the dollar, more about the knowledge gained, A scholar with a vision, son, the mission is ordained. [Chorus] It's all about the money... (Nah, it's the power and respect!) The jazzy-minded honey... (With the mind as the tech!) We move it on the low-key... (We move it with the force!) You rappers don't know me... (You're gonna learn, of course!) [Verse 2] Check it, the five-footer's here to make the track sound right, I'm like the di-di-di-di-dawg who's known to always rock the mic. Your whole style is flimsy, a little whimsical and weak, I got the skills to pay the bills, seven days of the week. I speak the truth, you know the flavor's always butter, kid, Your whole crew stutters, kid, you're hiding in the gutter, kid. From Queens to every borough, my lyrical is thorough, You're stuck on yesterday, I'm focused on tomorrow. [Chorus] It's all about the money... (Nah, it's the power and respect!) The jazzy-minded honey... (With the mind as the tech!) We move it on the low-key... (We move it with the force!) You rappers don't know me... (You're gonna learn, of course!) [Bridge] (So what's the mission then?) To elevate the listener, imprison all the negative. (And what you represent?) A simple representative of a Tribe imperative. (So what we gonna do?) Let the beat breathe, let the rhyme proceed. (Yeah...) Fulfilling what you need, planting a brand new seed of thought... [Outro] A little something for your mind... A little something for your soul... Yeah... Peace... [End]
