[Intro: Akua Naru]
Rock! Woo
Rock!
Hey, uh-huh
Rock!
Uh
Uh-huh, huh

[Verse 1: Akua Naru]
Yo, can't take the credit for the verse alone
The poem expelled the moment I'm released from the zone
Blood and bones on the page, my muse an old slave on the other side
Dyin' to compensate for her centuries in chains
Whisper the ways to move my pen, I black out, journey within
Return with a metaphor to burn your skin hot
Rock the stage, leave the crowd James Brown-type amazed
Till I'm back again, grab the pen, callin' for Mary-Jane
Take a hit of the passion, right hand dance sporadic
Fiendin' for release, leave my mark on napkins, brown paper bags
Till your ears tattered, watch the source walk magic
Born in the thought's attic, became a song on the album
The hot orgasmic time passes, I forget the atlas
Tap dance between rounds, resort to lose balance
Write till my fingertips bruised, callused
Palms clap, the true talent, dramatic as Hugh Jackman
Hold on, the muse writin'
[Chorus: Akua Naru]
I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa, I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write a world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers, the ancestors
A world of drastic measures, better grab your pens, whoa
I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa, I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write a world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers, the ancestors
In a world of drastic measures, better grab your pens and let's go

[Verse 2: Akua Naru]
Yo, no water calm the flame, ain't sleep or eat in days
Ridin' the wave high since I wrote the last page
Spirit talkin' up, five in the morning, callin' my mother
Forcin' her to listen to the verse I wrote for this recording
Called in a trance romance, similes at first glance
Like black bodies articulate the music through dance
And let the pen rant and rave, each line chant my rage
Sinner or sage, free of cage, bird singin' my pain
Merge with the lyrical darin' to punctuate me, period
Pray when I reach menopause, the flow still serious
Sit tight, I'm walkin' with you offerin' insight
Flavor like young Malcolm rockin' zoot suits with pinstripes
Protagonist's immaculate, midnight, attack of the windpipe
My pen strike, you know what they end like
Hip-hop's main character, J.D. Salinger, catcher in the rhyme
High calibre, who the fuck want to challenge? Huh
Now, now, now who the fuck want to challenge? Huh
Hey, hey, and who the fuck want to challenge? Huh, uh
Now, now, now who the fuck want it?
And who the fuck want to challenge? Huh
[Chorus: Akua Naru]
I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa, I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write a world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers, the ancestors
A world of drastic measures, better grab your pens, whoa
I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa, I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write a world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers, the ancestors
A world of drastic measures, better grab your pens and let's go

[Outro: Akua Naru]
Rock!
Rock! Hey
Rock! Hey, uh
Uh-huh, rock
Yeah, uh, you better grab your pens and let's go!