I've been told, times before, that I can't rap but I can sing
And even though, I got a flow, I respect it's a different thing
But I can write, I can rhyme, I can make you cry, leave you on the brink
And if you give me half a chance, I'll even MAKE YOU THINK

So tell me what's the use of little words
When it can't produce a little vim and verve
It's a grand tradition, one stone killing two birds
Passing on your message, getting heard

Emceeing, vocalising, freestyling, vocalese
We're all part of the group that has the right tricks up its sleeves
Jargoning, languagising, esoteric wannabes
Never have the right ideas, please

I've been told, times before, that I can't rap but I can sing
And even though, I got a flow, I respect it's a different thing
But I can write, I can rhyme, I can make you cry, leave you on the brink
And if you give me half a chance, I'll even MAKE YOU THINK

I Write, I Rhyme, never knew a different time
Always had something to say
Anyway, you know Poetry always gets its way
Those of y’all who feel me, will feel me
When it can’t be concealed
And when it erupts, it’s something of a miracle
So natural, so magical
Even at 5am when the whole world can’t imagine where you been
Just 2 nights ago I fantasised with JIMI in the dark
And yesterday I was with DILLA, Dilla in the park
But it’s the killer kills with MISS HILL
She knows how to get you
‘Cause her lines ain’t regular, ain’t secular
So divine, she gives you proper chills
But she’s chilling, so easy, it’s exactly who she’s meant to be
When she frees you to Ink, Sink, Wink, Drink, Think Pink, Make That Link
And she gives you this mixture where Hiphop meets Scripture
To develop a Negative into a Positive picture

I've been told, times before, that I can't rap but I can sing
And even though, I got a flow, I respect it's a different thing
But I can write, I can rhyme, I can make you cry, leave you on the brink
And if you give me half a chance, I'll even MAKE YOU THINK

So here’s my thoughts, if you care
Pit yourself against me, ooh honey if you dare
I got a lot to say, I always lay it bare
Healthy conversation, playing fair

Emceeing, vocalising, freestyling, vocalese
We're all part of the group that has the right tricks up its sleeves
Jargoning, languagising, esoteric wannabes
Never have the right ideas, please

I've been told, times before, that I can't rap but I can sing
And even though, I got a flow, I respect it's a different thing
But I can write, I can rhyme, I can make you cry, leave you on the brink
And if you give me half a chance, I'll even MAKE YOU THINK