Option Z:

Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Cutting the strings between everything caught in suspension
Started off & I was raw - with no strong collective
Lost more friends then I made in the music race to create

Those who linger in their past repeat their mistakes
Still here peeling the skin off a 2 headed snake
Seeing how I left the urban - Now we're determined to move with a knife in our back
Trying to build a bigger purpose

Revolution of our own path & worships
It's about who's the hungriest - 'cuz the end no one's perfect
Smokin buddah, sippin Daniels, rippin through channels
Between everyones ideas of being a good artist or producer

Tell my boy Braddus just a week ago - we're the baddest
Now I'm out in Indiana tryin to drop avalanches
Let the bullshit vanish - We're off the radar of course
Seein the real source - Tryin to find authentic answers

Gen-Ops:

To quick to riff & pull shit - I know it aint healthy
I know I'm alergic to bullshit - I can't help it
Determined to murk shit - I'm sick of this bird shit
I'm lurkin as a word smith with a feelin I felt when

Basement smokin brAZe, Big James, & Felton
The pot had started meltin when we went back to stealthin
Moe had left the crew while some others went for self &
Solo I'ma do what I gotta - swingin my belt &

Sittin on my pod while I'm thinkin about my odds
Attracted to the laws that help retracting my flaws
1 error - 1 loss until I rhymed with Tross
& Tross took a personal loss & fell off all coms with me

But when I'm referencing the law there ain't no stoppin me
That's how I represent - The proof is here in Option Z
That's how I legislate the truth without the dots & Ts
I'm a watchman with power of how an oxen sees

Who's Rev - The grassroots Senate that's independant
Gonna set it on wack crews - Dead em & snatch a pendate
I stepped it up for Hip Hop as much as I defend it
I side-step the bullshit & keep it authentic

Sensei of Soul:

Let's separate the bullshit from the authentic
I wasn't born this beast - my genetics were augmented
Through continued exposure to lyrical composers & legends
Sort of like Bruce Banner instead of gamma rays - It was fresh shit

Slick Rick / KRS shit & emcees that reflected
Only the best in style & intellect kid
The King Asiatic taught me "Ain't No Half Steppin"
So when I step on stage or into the booth - I COLD WRECK SHIT

With fly dialected raw beats connected
S.O.S. wields the mic like a lethal weapon
All these sucka emcee melons be right for the beheadin
& this nappy dreaded predator must add to his collection

Natural selection in the form of rapper cleansin
Masked avenger terrorizing all the wack pretenders
Hip Hop authentic article - My arsenal's tremendous
With bars to banish bullshit to an alternate demension