*LANDSLYDE*
Check ! Mind over matter when it comes to money and shattered
Dreams mistake who should I blame
When people claim that I'm sell-out commercial best-buy product
Like a piece of material in the supermart
Now who said the sell-out can't be real
You're justifying the book by the cover and the contents
Are filled with true words and meaning unveiled revealed
The treasure talented hip hop from this side of this world
The taste for the thirst of lust is the curse for that
Stuff is the first it's a must for me it's the love
My capability with the capital C I believe
In what I do with my heart and soul I can achieve in this world
And I can hold to my words and my lyric you can't critic neither can you
predict
Or judge my style and flow and my status and my show
Sniper comin' now real for the world
Chorus
Aha Over great land and seas
Hip hop comin from the Asian MC's
Real for the world I wear no mask
Represent yourself is that too much to ask ?
*YOGI B*
Religious scriptures late in night when I am readin'
Philosophical vortex spins vigorous on axis of meanin'
BAM ! Consciousness explodes I see
True vision of Hip Hop and the art of MC
Great saints , sages and prophets of ancient times
Did they not reveal the truth in mad holy rhymes
Find myself do I in this line of tradition
Ammunition Poetic Yogi B with a mission
Never ever have I for the sake of being fly
Faked my slang or hanged with gangs doin' drive by's
I greet with a smile no matter punk or mack
Recognise K.L. or I'll put your whole posse in check
Back to the front and front and back feel this
Malaysian MC livin' in realness
When the mic is hurled Poetic Ammo comin' real for the world
*POINT BLANC*
Representin' hip hop on this side of the planet my homeland Malaysia
South East Asia risin' straight up in yer' face
The chinky eyed yellow skinned Asian brother
Rippin' mics like nEnd of October
The sleepy brown woods
seem to
Nod down their heads
to the Winter.
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home.
Woke up one morning
The wind through the window
Reminded me Winter
Was just 'round the bend.
Somehow I just didn't
See it was coming
It took me by surprise
again.
And I hear you're in
San Francisco
Living with your sister
who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way
down in Georgia
And I'm still in old
Tennessee...
Wishing you'd come home
to me.
Life here is easy
I'm sure you recall
How it's so warm and breezy
In the Summer and the Fall.
But Winter's upon me
And I've got no heat here
And I miss your fire so
sweet, Dear
I miss your fire so sweet.
And I hear you're in
San Francisco
Living with your sister
who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way
down in Georgia
And I'm still in old
Tennessee...
Wishing you'd come home
to me.
End of October
The sleepy brown woods
seem to
Nod down their heads
to the Winter.
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
I wonder when you're
coming home.