Don't Sleep

No we don't sleep
We don't count no sheep
You think we gone fishing
You trippin’
Who you kiddin’?
Elevaters not slippin’, no

We complain about these gangsters
Their guns, their pay
But even conscious rap
Now a day cliché
Need a little something
To break the monotonous
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know we got this
Stop this, flows you drop
That’s pure nonsense
Content nowhere to find
Like the Loch Ness
We lock this down
To rock your subconscious
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know we got this
Example:
I’ma tell you what
Me and my fam do
Give you that music that
If you feel you raise
Your hands to
Grandkids to grandpas shit
Their pants to
Lyrics you can laminate
Stick up on your mantle
Vivid, lyrical, National Geographical
Photographic pros
And flows that be grabbing you
Giving you some good old soul
With no attitude
Professor in the school of life
Need no sabbatical

Now, I ain’t the kinda cat
To stereotype
But MC’s nowadays
Wanna battle and fight
I mean,
A double negative
Equal a positive, right?
So who am I to steady argue and gripe?
Aight
‘Til I heard this young tyke
Mad-dogging the mic
Spitting verbal commands
Elementary-like
You know,
Them baggy pants
Hidden weaponry, right?
I can tell dude was not too bright
And he recite,
“I’m this and I’m that,
I’m so big and so black,
I got a gat that go ra-ta-ta-tat
Where my diamonds at?”
Come on black,
Ain’t no truth in that
There’s no fiction without the facts
Ain’t no subscriptions without the tax
Whack monotonous rap
Got everybody rocking forth and back

You understand what I’m saying
I’m tired of this whack-ass studio love bullshit
Brainwashing the youth
Step off the mic
And make some space for some real MC’s

My father was an MC
My father’s father was an MC

Imagine an MC
In the heart of the cipher
Couldn't kill her spirit
With no gun or a knife
Tongue blazin’
Flamin’ lips flip fire
Calling us all together
To vibrate higher
So we form a circle ’round
Burn the sage
As her feet kick beats
That boom back through the ages
And invoke the ancients
Transcend the tangible
Tapping into truth
As she throws open her mandible
Umoja Mama Griot is my name
But hold up, homie
Don't play the name game
Ain't we got enough words
And walls dividing
Like what you call your God
And what line (land?) was your tribe in
F**k that we vibing, recognizing,
Diversity is why our community is thriving
So, if you think MC means
You vs. me
Brush up your history
And come join the ceremony
Singing...