Notes of a Native Son

(Listen! Listen! Listen!) (We ask now) (We ask now) (We ask you) (We ask you) (Now listen) (Now listen) (Parties where we get together and do our thing) Feel the rhythm as the paragraphs coincide The vocab will multiply, the mission is do-or-die Principles classify, the concept will clarify I speak fact cause only fact will justify Thus travel distance, it's time that we rinse this Stereotype hype right out of life sight Drums pulsate, brains vibrate Level is first rate, proceed to elevate Samples enhanced, audience entranced Now it's my turn but every man has a chance Evil will never drive, God helps those who strive Fire and brimstone dwells in the inside Truth is in front of you You're blind but it's huntin' you Speakin' with strong verbs, readin' the proverbs Wake up at once, resurrection has come Hear the trumpet of Gabriel and the notes of a native son [Chorus: x2] I'm your native son (Native son) I'm your native son I am your native son (Hear the notes of a native son) I'm your native son Panic, rhythmatic, dope addict Words flow automatic, sticks like static Frozen and freeze dried, the poems are like pitfalls This black man will stand tall, I'm firm as a brick wall Just a portion can sting like a scorpion Hurt like a heart attack, ride it like Amtrak My spiritual insight will take to extreme height 'Cause I'm livin' life right, palmin' the mic tight Brothers have tried this but they didn't swing it right Method of a renegade, keepin' it airtight I thank woman for breedin' the black seed Then let the verses roll like a tumbleweed I give pain like a migraine Releasin' my best and when done leave a bloodstain Glorify God 'cause there's only one Hear the notes of a native son [Chorus] Opponents approach and I post my position Listen for the word then proceed with the mission Paragraphs float, phrases stunt growth State is a dungeon, vocal chord is a death rope Words are vehicles riding on sound Drums leave you numb, the pound can put a crack in the ground Pressure released performin' a stronghold Maximum thrust working towards overload Peace Productions, the beat they're providin' me Anger is inside of me, anxiety drives me But I release my steam on a track, black Instead of killin' a brother, nah, never that To this I'm loyal, I shine like tin foil You're soft as soil, the microphone'll boil Pause but not fall, we ain't havin' no flaws My tongue is my metal, Lett hands are like chainsaws Words can move mountains, pourin' like a fountain Clockin' crazy dollars, countin' and countin' Drop to my knees and repent for my sins Peace to my friends, no rest till it ends L-a, q-you, a-n solo, one Yeah, notes of a native son [Chorus] (Native son) (Native son) I am your native (Native son) I am your native (Native son) I am your native (Hear the notes of a native son) I am your native I am your native I am your native