Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

The rhythms of the mind

got your heartbeat racing

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits

never stop so place up

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

The music of the mind

got your heartbeat racing

Said that it’s a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits

so you’ll never stop

This reminds me of old times

a mind is a terrible thing

I never thought

that I’d rise to be a lyrical king

But yo to everyone’s surprise

I’m alive and kicking

Got a voyeuristic mind

I gotta watch what I’m thinking

My reflections are eternal

Kweli told me once in a song

It might as well have been

a gift from the gods

There’s certain lessons

that I’ve taken to the grave

Yo enough of it all

give me the ball

let me take it to the pain

I don’t feel any pain

I won’t suffer defeat

The word is on the street

that you worry bout Nieve

The world is at his feet

that one two that

you had to run through

Put you in a coma

you can’t come to

Look at what you done to me

Turned me from an everyday

beauty to a modern day beast

Yo they call it a disease

I say it’s from the earth

So I breathe

let me be yo you know what it be

it’s a chronic intoxication

The rhythms of the mind

got your heartbeat racing

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits

never stop so place up

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

The music of the mind

got your heartbeat racing

Said that it’s a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits

so you’ll never stop

I’m living quicker than the grey snow

Race through the wrinkles in time

My blurred vision keeps me

blind from a beautiful mind

I can’t capture any words

along my way throughout these chapters

Trapped behind the back page

cascades of past ways

And young thoughts

we used to have those big smiles

We were still so many miles

from a broken heart

But nowadays we never

think about the change

Really know what

we’ve became really ain’t the same

I remember all the spread

big buildings on the corner

Used to stop the traffic

when we held the microphone up

Although I was a phony

I cuffed hands in a tight fist

And they believed

that a microphone exist

We would spin till the daylight dropped

Philosophize about our day

contemplate it on the way to the park

The wait of the dark is easy

homie sit and relax

Find the light though is really the task

puff to that

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

The rhythms of the mind

got your heartbeat racing

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits

never stop so place up

Yo it’s a chronic intoxication

The music of the mind

got your heartbeat racing

Said that it’s a chronic intoxication

Free yourself of limits

so you’ll never stop

Yo it’s a chronic