Ever since all of my life, I been trapped,
Shut me up, they tried to gimme a bit-- slap,
They tied my talent in a knot, but I love that,
Harry Houdini- Mr.Yoshi got a magic act...
Rappin' with a venom, catch your breathe on the track,
Wack rappers with high voices and babies nut-sacks,
Trying to get your place in this hip-hop?
You may look all right, with your headbands and what-not,
But what you really know about this cultural music?
What you really know about the history of this sh--???
F money, I do it cos it's funny when my lines,
Make a smile, and I'm feelin' the styles,
It's like, Primo's beats make me smile,
'Cos I know him like family, he's in my ears,
Pete Rock and large Prof. thru the years,
Rza, and Timbo, Neptunes & Dre
I'ma be up there with the best of 'em one day,
Workin' on my sound from Sunday to Monday,
Waiting for the day when they pay me for my lazy lifestyle,
I got beats in my right-pile,
Lyrics in my left, and my room is a mess,
I got notepads fallin off of my desk,
Full of stress, that I put into rhymes, I confess,
I only spend 5 minutes on each of these tracks
My minds always jumping from this to that.
I got books on my mind,
Write words til I'm blind,
Uni takes up time,
I got classes I'm behind,
Essays I can't find,
Oh ... it's presentation time!

I ain't rehearsed, so I'm gonna be stutterin'
As long as you know, so let's commence with my mutterin'
I know you don't care what it is that I be utterin'
As long as it sound good, teacher be lovin' it,
Yoshi get an C, it's all good, see me hugging it,
My standards ain't high, I'm just thinkin' 'bout my other hits,
Beats that I make, they rain-down from my mother-ship,
Onto him and her, I mean them clubbers in the public,
Even goodie goodies in the parks havin' pic-nics,
Bumpin' my sounds through their futuristic megabits,
memory sticks, mp3's, and mini-discs,
Most of my time, I'm thinking of some new silly-skits,
Guitar-licks, check out my brain, it's like acrylics,
Shiny bright red paint, I know you can't feel it,
Cos I'm independent in every sense,
I think different to u cats that's trapped up in pence,
50 cents and a penny for your thoughts,
There's too much sh-- on the radio that's bought.
If they don't pay the Neptunes to make them sound good,
They'll copy 'em anyway, to make themselves sound good...
That's is how it's always been,
But I got no time for hate when I balance the beam,
I'm just trynna keep a straight path, follow my dreams,

Nobody can control my type,
Yoshi sings, Everyday, in my freedom life
Try to touch me, you best not try
'Cos You can't, see me, even with a big flash-light..

[[[I dedicate this to the robbers that stole my bag when I was in Barcelona, cos they took my MP3 cd-player, and I know you can't appreciate Joni Mitchell or D'angelo or Krs-1 or Dead Can Dance or any of the other albums that you nicked....but rest assured in your cocaine dreams; if I ever see you again boys... I'ma dispose of you like the Spanish voters disposed of Jose Maria Aznar! That guy was shiesty, Jose Maria you were shiesty boy- you got voted out!]]]

Nobody can control this war,
It's like,
All the troops know the bullsh-- score
They love using big words like 'terrorist',
But they get confused when their target miss.
This the sound of the UK troops,
Droppin' bombs in hip-hop, and makin' loot.
I don't think about the money, not at all,
I just love my funk, and my basketball...

Oh funk don't leave me now [x15...]