Pete Rock, INI - Mind Over Matter lyrics

I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
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Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
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Pay attention cause my focus is
Not that of a clown
I gets down for mine when I
Astound you with my rhymes
It's like that in the years of the 9
InI comes though with the rhymes divine
What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell?
No-one son


You can't run you got to stay and listen
Cuz the the mission is this
To be hittin' em'
With the real flavor all the time
Yes indeed I'm (the G to the R-A-P
Four square freestyle specialist)
Poppin' the mic
But can't you see that I'm rockin' the mic
Shocking MC's because they don't
Know how to write
Comin' clear and precise with
The rhyme device
Mathematics manifest, so chill don't test
It's no stress
We do this on the reg, you know the time
Speaking to the people that matter
With my mind

I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write

From tall tenements, streets suspense
Loss innocence
Check the events it's all evidence
That this life is intense
With all the bullshit, and nonsense
And kids predicaments, got me convinced
When your pockets is bent
You can't accomplish nothing
Brothers is frontin
And all y'all bitches do is want something
I think it's time to get this microphone
Line and get known for mine
Making my own sunshine
Aw yeah, living life without a care
Go from dope rhyme sayer to major player
But avoiding the scene cause it's deceitful
Paranoid in the cream
But I needed to feed my peoples
Rob-O's at the top of the list
You thought I'm fallin'
But back the hell up Im still ballin'
Since I rather watch your confidence shatter
While my pockets gettin' fatter
Puttin' Mind Over Matter, like that

I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write

His imperial majesty i'm coming in clearly
Stay preaching to my peoples so
They must hear we
I kept verses on stash since Elementary
Revelations occurred so I became a Natty
A New Age seeing the eyes on stage
Giving microphone checks and then
It's time to engage
To turn the page, just to see a darker shade
Of African ways being displayed
I made the grade when I cut the fade
Now MC is my trade I use
To get the bills paid so yo save your shade
And your thoughts of misbehave cause these
Are the last fucking days
So like Ace Duce Tre you pay and I scoop up
Another beat move up while the rhythm erupts
So I give em' the funk which
Is the chord to the batter
Rhymes over beats equals the mind over matter

I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write
I I n I meant to verify
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Hot stop, non-stop 'bout how I hip hop
Hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write hot stop, non-stop
'bout how I hip hop hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write hot stop, non-stop
'bout how I hip hop hold the mic and write
Hold the mic and write