Powers DaVinChe (Ft. Ghetts, Mercston, Mikill Pane, Sam Sure & Scorcher)

[Intro: Mikill Pane]
I hope you hear this
This is art for the fearless
And if you have a car
I hope you don't even have an R on your gearstick
I hope you kids are all stuck in drive
Hurdling towards happiness in this otherwise
Miserable fucking life
You can always do better
A wise man told me that it ain't something that I couldn't forget
And if you were born in the ghetto
Don't let anyone tell you that that's as good as it gets
To all my orphans in the making
Keep your pen game hotter than August in midday
Until it's a scorch to your creating
You can earn your shit
Live in a big house and push German whips
Make your Mercs turn heads while you burn the strip
You're a clever lot
The only words you have to remember is
Movement never stops

[Verse 1: Scorcher]
They better know
We're never in at no long ting
They better know
Money on the phone when it rings
They better know
Cats on the line
Want it in the nose with the sniff
Little bit of crow in the cling
Dem man are moist
Niggas better know what it is
Brothers better know what I'm on
Huddle up, poke it and gone
My little man open his lid