Muchmusic Presents: k-os

Yeah,
It's so hard to remain authentic
Everything around me is changing,
Even the earth is moving in two different places in outer space
But..
One thing remains the same..
Till the end of time
I think I'll remain,
I think I'll just stayâ?¦

A b-Boy standin in my b-Boy stance (x8)

From the top of the highest summit, again we run it.
A hundred and forty four shimmering lights stunnin
To quick for the human eye to catch a glimpse
You know pimps cannot convince with bigger attempts of emcee'in,
Blowing word to the wind,
While we conscend to limit the sins and pretend
We're still human, when if fact were only half, the other path extends infinity do the math
I try to laugh, but they pull me down like crabs in a bucket
With hands in my pocket, I don't really laugh
Heaven only knows, the ???? keeps invading the flows that turns black pros to white foesâ?¦
Your just supposin have you heard my words moving at light speed and getting blurred.
It's all so incredible decibels at glance standing in a be-stance

This one leads the way
Now cut it up, cut it up back to back, on the wheels of steel, cut it up back to back

Elevate, meditate, eliminate-thoughts from my past keep knocking upon my gate
Shouldn't let em in, the answers not to debate
But to observe the debating and then we can understate

Yo party people listen up at the drop of dime,
They took cameras to Africa for pictures to rhyme
Over old...yes, the great pretenders
Religious entertainers who want to be life savers
Damn...another dollar for the mind, another cold ??? hoping
They can't find, they can't copy or get pictures with no lines,
I guess it's just a case of the blind leading the blind
But, I'm flippin and steppin' and rockin' the roll, take the control
Payin' my tolls, whose in control?
I'm playin' a roll so people will remember that
I'm just a servant of rap, hopin to bring it back

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
I tried it, I couldn't find it
Now I just want to get back to me
Awe baby, hoo hoo
Back into the man I used to be

Things that I said I wouldn't do, I did 'em
Secrets below the service of truth I hid 'em
This mankind is past, but can he erase
The tears of a million years is human race
Of animals, that taught to walk upright
Then slave all day and fall in a trance at night
Flowing the planet, trying to find missing links
Like the men we used to be and always suppose to think
Mysteries, maybe not
It's getting hot, we better configure the plot, but
I hold a pen with the grip so tight
That' a squeeze the ink out'ta the page, and write a song for the people
Came up from the underground, now I write above on a hovercraft sound
This microphone, like an an amphetamine
Keeping me clean, speaking in dreams
So nature can intervene, just for a scene

[Chorus]

I walk the long path alone, my feet hurt
Lost some friends along the way, I did dirt
I went to church, I tried everything
From leaving my body, to watching the birds sing
For hours, so I could feel heavenly powers
Had been across the universe and inside of flowers
But what is it worth, I'm still just a man on the earth
Rappers are acting like man tan
Can I be candid, I can't stand it
Rap bandit, got Kheaven acting frantic
I want to swing my sword decapitate
But what is a man if he acts like an ape
So I sit back, planning my great escape
Load up my EPS and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality, I don't know

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Oops, wrong song, stop it stop it
You know what
I woke up in the morning
I took a trip to the corner store
That's when I heard my calling
But I'd never heard the voice of truth before
So I kept on walking
Pretended I didn't see
Walked by a window and my reflection said to me
You could try all the same
But you'll never know this mystery
There's no pile on your plane
So you're not the man you used to be
Try all the game, but you'll never know this mystery
When your pile has no plane
Said you're the man you used to be seen
Holla and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Yo, microphones get ripped holding us back
K dash rocking it out, rocking the cold style
Making it up, go along singing my song
Woke up, in the early morn didn't know what was going on
Whatever, I don't really know
Flows like an immaculate goat what up, whatever