Counting heads as I enter the room
    Straight check the ration, but it's cool, it's cool
    I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state
    Until the consequence fades away
    A shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn Brooks
    She kicks the poetry, I add the hooks
    We're here together to send a message
    That not too much has changed, bring it in
    Word, I grip the microphone, pass from the left
    I want the bass up so I can feel it in my chest
    Dig this accusation, not a brand new thought
    Just to finer point in life that can't be taught
    I got to focus on my attention on the real thing
    Never realizing till it passes what it is, what it could be
    Janis says get it while you can and this is true
    Cause it may not be tomorrow but we die soon
    We die soon
    I'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straight
    So I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulate
    Rhymes, ideas, like a lit J
    Passed around, found people got vices these days
    You can shoot H in the veins or popping pills
    But on the microphone I'm executing mad skills
    I can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truth
    Because it may not be tomorrow but we die soon
    Cruising listening to smooth jazz
    Realizing lost my passion pazzazz for life
    I'm under pressure and I'm not sure
    But it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisure
    Live it up, give it up, life's unpredictable
    Gotta make sure not a second is dull
    The throw down, the show down at high noon
    It may not be this minute we die soon, lid