From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Pen gripped as weaponry, there’s blood on my looseleaf,
Music was sutures, stitched my wounds when the view bleak.
Skipping school on Tuesdays, I'm in line for the new release,
Lost inside the margins where the hardship and the muse meet.
Lot of rappers don’t amuse me, studied Cool J and Kool G,
Nas, Rakim, Pun, and The Fugees, BIG, Quik, Cube before the movies.
Every scar recorded turned my torment into jewelry,
God inside the poetry, my flaws became the fuel in me.
Reborn through the chords, music more than just a tune to me,
Cradling the rhythm raised me different, each page became religion.
Boombox played in vacant kitchens, how audio painted wisdom,
Taught me to maneuver through the venom and lies.
Every measure was a mentor, every lesson survived,
While depression had me severed, second-guessing my life,
The progression of the record resurrected my drive.
Verse 2:
Raised in static, patterns mapped the path to my fate,
Craft mathematics out of madness, anguish relate.
Pain became a canvas, every stanza painted passage to grace,
Hip-hop held me in havoc, gave my shadows a face.
Syllables my sanctuary, I was buried in sound,
Every lyric like a mirror, pulled my spirit from ground.
Made living off the rhythm, found my vision profound,
In the prison of the system, Class_Sick will be renowned.
Ima stand behind these bars, baby my word is bond,
My struggles struck a chord that kept me out here weathering storms.
From the silence in the sirens to the riotous calm,
I found guidance in the violence, every cipher was balm.
Who wanna be like us, Ima do this til my life up, this my lifeblood,
Ride the rush and put your mics up.
See we add to this, they wanna mine us, redefine us,
Culture built my morals, only thing I rock now that’s designer.
Hip-hop saved my life, when music hit you that’s divine touch.
Verse 3:
I touched the devil in the alley, danced with angels in the booth,
Life’s scars inked in notebooks, pain translated to truth.
Now I breathe through the bars, inhale through the loop,
Dealt with broken hearts that only melodies could soothe.
I had to walk away, but during that time I was confused,
You was always on my mind, the only thing I thought was whew.
Metaphors and punchlines I heard from MF Doom,
Q-Tip, Jay-Z, KRS too.
Now my heartbeat syncs with snares, kick drums as my pulse,
Every rhyme a resurrection, you should see inside my vault.
Life tried to drown me silent, but the cipher was the waltz,
Art became my oxygen, streets reverberate results.
Bumping Ghostface Killah, Mary J, all that I got,
From Outkast to Guerilla Maab, the sound is not default.
8Ball, MJG to UGK guiding the asphalt,
Hip-hop why I survived, shorty go on, skip the small talk.