Mo’ Mega Mr. Lif (Ft. Akrobatik, Blueprint & El-P)

[Akrobatik]
He watched his grandmoms get beat by his drunk granddad for bein drunk
Of course he grow up to be a punk
How could he learn respect, when he comes home
To the people that he loves most beefin and gettin wrecked?
See, this is a point where a shorty loses his innocence
His, mind gets raped before he even learns diligence
But, see his momma sparked his hunger to learn
And had him schoolin where the tuition was more than she earned
Creative, he'd write rhymes to escape (uhh)
The sources of his pain documented on tape
And maybe these raps'll lie in time capsules for the future youngsters
To see struggle is consistant among us
No need, he found a career and made it clear (what)
Despite all obstacles he is still here
Now he travels the world celebratin survival
With people he was told was liable to be his rivals
Unifyin through a universal language
And common goals of freedom and escape from the anguish
But don't cross him though, some things never change in us
Bumpy Knuckles told him peaceful cats are the most dangerous
And he was grown by now, so he related back
Cause he done been to hell and made it back without a scratch
Unless you count the technic tables cuttin his name up
Ya boy finessed shit, got his game up and came up