I slammed the door of quaint existence
catching mediocrity's big toe in 
the wrath 
busted two-cents skepticism 
in the mouth 
with some streetsmartghettoism 
and wisdom 
as I departed 
charted waters 
for a mindset with no borders 
on my way round 
the get down 
I paid my respects 
to dialect architects 
who erected what was rejected 
by the mainstream 
ran conservative dribble off the cliff 
till it careened with stiff 
opposition and surburanites politickin' 
bout dis n dat 
as they sat their mass asses 
with free passes to the best man 
where they clapped profusely 
everytime Q said Bitch or booty 
but still talk me down 
when I work my way round 
to the get down 
as I work my way round 
to the get down 
down, 
down, 
down