Not To Be Defined

Yeah, God Ra
Lazarus, what up?
(What up Ra?)
Straight out the vaults
Check it out
Still one of the illest you might hear
Gangstas love me ‘cause my story’s true like theirs
Keep it gully, jeans, tees and new Nike Airs
People on the block holla “That’s my dude right there!”
Black Jesus, mic feeder, mic genius
I’m a lion, plus I got a pack of hyenas
It’s a jungle in the jungle, where trouble get in trouble
Murderers gettin’ murdered, and hustlers gettin’ hustled
If you know how to grind, you know how to shinе
Some use a life of crimе, then they get out of line
The price is right, they put it in all in jeopardy
So I’ma write the recipe to longevity
It’s mental, don’t get caught in the game
The broads, the bling, and don’t let fortune and fame tempt you
It’s simple, use caution and brains
Don’t get caught in the rain, and never let the game pimp you
I got rhythm in my soul and heart
I spit flows that’ll rip my foes apart
Gotta be the light shinin’ on the road that’s dark
And then we demonstrate it to you with this chosen art
Ain’t no stoppin’ in my prime, when I’m plottin’ with the rhyme
You can’t put me in no box, I am not to be defined
Put the law into my hands, charge you with a crime
You see verbally, I could move a mountain with my mind
I make a predator retreat, get a president impeached
Surrounded by rappers who got impediment of speech
Can’t level to my peak
Even if you raise your eyes to the rays in the sky, you’ll never ever get a peek
I’m embedded with mystique, molded in cold and gritty
From that ice cream truck pops drove in the Motor City
Since Wayne County let big bro home from a biddy
Motive is focus steady, flow like I poke machetes
But foes arose up many, execs they got a problem with
The fact I went to college with a presidential scholarship
Kept me to be an apologist, but I’m a Rakimologist
Pac and Nas rhymin' knowledge is how I acknowledged it
Now I got my pride with it, only to feed the flames
Can’t mold me to be contained, to those who the people playin’
Who are solely for the fame, then they soul leave for the fame
From the head to the sole of the feet decayin’
Damn, I’m opium for the pain, I sling it, you crave
Got the heart of a Punjabi, you thinkin’ you brave?
You could be a billionaire, a king or a slave
But it don't matter ‘cause none of that you gonn' bring to the grave
I got rhythm in my soul and heart
I spit flows that’ll rip my foes apart
Gotta be the light shinin’ on the road that’s dark
And then we demonstrate it to you with this chosen art
Ain’t no stoppin’ in my prime, when I’m plottin’ with the rhyme
You can’t put me in no box, I am not to be defined
Put the law into my hands, charge you with a crime
You see verbally, I could move a mountain with my mind