Mind Over Matter Lyrics & Chords By Ini

I-I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write
Pay attention cause my focus is not that of a clown
I gets down for mine when I astound you with my rhymes
It's like that in the years of the 9
InI comes though with the rhymes divine
What you gonna do?
Who you gonna tell?
No-one son
You can't run; you got to stay and listen
Cuz the the mission is this, to be hittin' em', with the real flavor all the time
Yes indeed I'm (the G to the R-A-P four square freestyle specialist)
Poppin' the mic
But can't you see that I'm rockin' the mic
Shocking MC's because they don't know how to write
Comin' clear and precise with the rhyme device
Mathematics manifest, so chill don't test
It's no stress
We do this on the reg, you know the time
Speaking to the people that matter, with my mind
I-I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write
From tall tenements, streets suspense, loss innocence
Check the events; it's all evidence
That this life is intense with all the bullshit, and nonsense
And kids predicaments, got me convinced
When your pockets is bent, you can't accomplish nothing
Brothers is frontin, and y'all bitches do is want something
I think it's time to get this microphone line and get known for mine
Making my own sunshine
Aw yeah, living life without a care
Go from dope rhyme sayer to major player
But avoiding the scene cause it's deceitful
Paranoid in the cream, but I needed to feed my peoples.
Rob-O's at the top of the list, you thought I'm fallin'
But back the hell up; Im still ballin'
Since I rather watch your confidence shatter
While my pockets gettin' fatter
Puttin' Mind Over Matter, like that
I-I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write
His - imperial - Majesty
I'm coming in clearly
Stay preaching to my peoples so they must hear we
I kept s on stash since Elementary
Revelations occurred so I became a Nazi
A New Age
Seeing the eyes on stage, giving microphone checks and then it's time to engage
To turn the page, just to see a darker shade
Of African ways being displayed
I made the grade when I cut the fade
Now MC is my trade I use to get the bills paid
So yo save your shade, and your thoughts of misbehave cause these are the last fucking days
So like Ace Duce Tre you pay and I scoop up.
Another beat move up while the rhythm erupts.
So I give em' the funk which is the chord to the batter
Rhymes over beats equals the mind over matter
I-I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write
Hot stop, non-stop
'bout how I hip hop
Hold the mic and write, hold the mic and write