[Intro: Q-Unique]
Yo
Yeah, Trem, Q-Unique
Yeah, let's go
[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
We in the lost land where they toss hip-hop with the wrong plan (Ha)
In a tug of war with a demon, pull it with strong hands
The Bronx hidden treasure, wasn't simple to find (South Bronx)
I'm a rebel without a pause and criminal minded
Along the road to riches, the meaning got distorted
It popped a cassette tape and got Pro Tools to record it (Damn)
Technology advanced, but I can't say the same
For the lack of innovation they displayin' in this game (Word)
I stick to the plan, 'cause I gotta roll through it
I graduated from True School as an honour-roll student
Where Bam taught me peace, unity, love and havin' fun (Zulu)
And N.W.A said "Fuck authority and grab a gun" (Bam)
KRS taught me to eat right, Freddy Foxxx taught me to get brolic for a street fight (Hey)
Preemo and Pete Rock taught me to keep the beat tight
Nas taught me that sleep is the cousin of death, so speak light (Yeah)
I make a spiritual incision and march with a Lyrical Commission (C'mon)
Spit wisdom for that miracle you missin'
Is the lost land really lost, or is it hidden from these maggots
That enjoy the taste of death and livin' tragic?
Yo
Yeah, Trem, Q-Unique
Yeah, let's go
[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
We in the lost land where they toss hip-hop with the wrong plan (Ha)
In a tug of war with a demon, pull it with strong hands
The Bronx hidden treasure, wasn't simple to find (South Bronx)
I'm a rebel without a pause and criminal minded
Along the road to riches, the meaning got distorted
It popped a cassette tape and got Pro Tools to record it (Damn)
Technology advanced, but I can't say the same
For the lack of innovation they displayin' in this game (Word)
I stick to the plan, 'cause I gotta roll through it
I graduated from True School as an honour-roll student
Where Bam taught me peace, unity, love and havin' fun (Zulu)
And N.W.A said "Fuck authority and grab a gun" (Bam)
KRS taught me to eat right, Freddy Foxxx taught me to get brolic for a street fight (Hey)
Preemo and Pete Rock taught me to keep the beat tight
Nas taught me that sleep is the cousin of death, so speak light (Yeah)
I make a spiritual incision and march with a Lyrical Commission (C'mon)
Spit wisdom for that miracle you missin'
Is the lost land really lost, or is it hidden from these maggots
That enjoy the taste of death and livin' tragic?
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