Heads Up

Lead Vocal and Lyrics: RA Scion
Feat. Stik
Guest MC: Audio Poet
Produced by: Solar and RA Scion
Run Time: 5:29:74

[RA]

Tell me how you stole the show with my act of beat jugglin’
I’m strugglin’ – trynna comprehend where all the lovin’ comes in
It’s like the crowd was just awaitin’ a break
I must have lost ‘em when I failed to put “bitch" in it
The new philosophy is “Sell Hiphop with R&B"
That’s simple marketin’ – record stores and charts indicate the same thing
Depression sets in when your best friend’s questionin’
“Who are the X-Men?"
Then he’s hummin’ lines from Toni Braxton – featurin’ Ja who?
Or Janet Jackson – harmonizin’ with rappin’ and scratchin’
And I’m supposed to comp with them?
Yo – is that B-Mello’s butta blend in the discount bin?
Pick it up!! – then again, should I support this trend?
Put down your antenna if you can relate to my dilemma
I’m sick of bein’ lead on by the first eight counts of your song
Then ten women start singin’ ‘bout how “you did me wrong"
Damn right – you like a Hiphop dick tease
Take my microphone out ya lips, please
I aint impressed by your stress of the fact your all grown
Much less the way you display your breast bone
I aint the breed you can easily feed the feces
Where [are] my gods at? We’re a different species – completely
Sweetly, softly – not in my diction
This sharp tongue aint designed for French kissin’
You missin’ the point – I heard you rockin’ that “funky joint"
Bet you never even heard of Wize Intelligent
Or benevolence for that matter
I came to put the main ingredient back in the batter…

[STIK]

It’s been a long time, I miss you – Hiphop
The pen and the pad – the way you move me consumes me
Your groove gets inside and soothes me
It’s comforting – ease my suffering
You’re flawless, precise – cuts shimmering
Like diamonds, you’re forever
Flowin’ through my soul like a river
I’ll always remember the first time – on stage goin’ for mine
It was nice when I held the mic device
I fell in love so I made her my wife and it was –
Then I knew that it would change my life, but I
Never thought twice – ‘cause it was like my eyes open
Before I couldn’t see through the commotion
The gun totin’ – leavin’ niggas broken
The coke smokin’ – fast women with their legs open
Not jokin’ around – lifestyles leave a brotha face down
Word up – mess around, lay around…

[AudioPoet]

Heal the wounds of the world with the knowledge of life
Bring the people to new heights – philosophical flights
So they may hear the science of an artistic kind
‘Cause a connection with the source is harder to find

[RA]

Where my gods at? Unsheathe your swords – this is all out war
You never seen heads shed blood before – like this
Wait until your mental contents get
Spread out like condiments over toast
I’m close to hangin’ you from the fence post you sit on
Beginner as a back-up tenor just to get on
A five-boy band standout with bleached hair
Rockin’ Wu Wear – yo – your pinup’s over my daughter’s favorite
Teddy bear – she’s a fiend for teen magazines
Plus she likes the way you dance and sing – but here’s the thing:
She never calls you an “emcee," evidently
She knows more about Hiphop than you
The four-bar-break on your love ballad’s invalid
That aint raw talent – and I know you ain’t all that gallant
You pose in some of the most compromising positions
You drive an X5? Put the key in the ignition
My friend – it’s more to Hiphop than you’ll ever know
I mean even if you’ve been samplin’ “Breaks" from Kurtis Blow
Or even if you’ve seen “The Show" like 9 times – you gotta redefine
Your compositional rhyme design
‘Cause even with the hottest Hiphop percussion
It’s just a Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis production (come again?)
Even with the hottest Hiphop percussion
It don’t amount to nothin’ if you’re lacin’ the bass with that…

Heads up – which head’s up next to flex
Yo I’ll take my turn to burn the sound set
I bet – they wanna come and get the credit
And that can easily happen if rappers sit and let it (X2)

[AudioPoet]

Some will build the bridges – some will just reduce them
Some will preach the stories of its fusion
Some will seek the wisdom – and dodge the opportunists
Who poison their ways with such devious pollutants
Only a nuisance to the original class
With the math to the ear to steer an unclear path
Just a lot of talk about their ass – about the cash
But where’d it all come from? No one thought to ask…

All lyrics and music © RA Scion 2004