64 Squares

Lead Vocal and Lyrics: RA Scion
Feat. Stik
Trumpet: Stephen Morrissey
Produced by: Solar and RA Scion
Run Time: 4:20:10

Everybody talks about Hiphop – and how they politic in dialects
I reflect upon vet[eran]s who caught Hiphop in their neck
The sacrificial – each initial be commandin’ respect
Now that’s the one the heads sweat when the plates touch the tech(nic)s
I’m still vexed – the revolution’s been suppressed
Hit a vortex – and vixens emerged half-dressed
Exposed chest – Hiphop turned virtue-less
I’ll bring it back in full effect when I catch my next breath
The “ungghh" could never replace the “yes, yes"
The short-term effects burn quicker than cheap sess
I made plans to organize a one-man protest
To ensure the participant don’t lose the interest, now
If this emotion don’t irritate your flesh
I’ve either failed to bring it or you’ve missed the purpose
Nevertheless – some seek and some rest
Some investigate for truth and some guess but
Yet they profess to be Hiphop’s collective best
But can’t digest basic concepts
Foolishness – epithets I detest
Impedes the progress of the true artist
Now let’s confess – how many heads are left unimpressed
By the lack of noblesse kids possess?
Let’s confess – it’s been a while since you’ve witnessed
What could only suggest it’s God-blessed…

[STIK]

Emcees get smashed like thin glass – better move fast
Or feel the wrath when you meet disaster
Hiphop master – unmerciful bastard
Stik crack whips – mix bullets with plasma
Asthma – deflate your lungs – leavin’ you gaspin’
Laughin’ – as I watch your system’s crashin’
Retreat or react – you can’t fuck with this action
Fall on your back from the force of gun blastin’
Stik and syntax burn the weak raps
Knockin’ you off of the rail from weak tracks
Unos y ceros – react – Crown Jewels attack
Follow me now but you might be left back
Trynna relax the trigga finger – you dealin’ with bigger niggas now
Fuckin up ya Hilfiger, pal
The crowd be “ooh" – you be “oww" – you in the land of the lost
Lookin’ for style – make me wonder how (what?)
So many weak emcees still around
We gonna kill ‘em underground (no doubt)…

[RA]

Aiyo I’m sendin’ this one out – to whoever dares to catch
You “playas" struggle to touch nets – I got next
D-up, son – my cross ‘gon test your reflex
You scored with “Batter Up" but who struck your “on decks?"
Who the hell wanna invest in BET?
Hiphop has never aired on your TV set
We regret the way they connect techs, drugs and sex
The press always wanna take it outta context
But who could object they way you play the outlet
You lack the intellect – am I incorrect?
I suspect a case of willful neglect
I reject claims your precepts are perfect
Expect for me to bring it to you live and direct
Manifest goodness and Fed-Ex the projects
So one day – your Gore-Tex will follow my footsteps
And lead people out the wilderness – it’s complex, I know
Just play your role and defect from weakness
Detect meekness – keep the technique blessed
In the quest to protect the king the queen checks
And yo – that’s the beauty of chess – check it out…

Mathematically master geometric progression
‘Til my dominion become the sum of all sections
Allocate eight for the ranks of the ensign
Designate eight more to form the front lines
Identically duplicate the opposite side
Send the attack and watch two factions collide
Defend the honor of the precious in the quest to survive
While the nexus got ‘em trapped inside – recognize…

All lyrics and music © RA Scion 2004