Two sheets to the wind in a taxi Two feet to the wind in the backseat Two beeps to the car in front of us Or one of us ending up wrapped round the chassis Thinking ‘bout these rhymes, and what they gave me Sounds out this world, but a microphone and Two turntables saved me Took me 'round the world and bought me a home and I've seen all these other crews bank too Not knowing all the ways people helped them Might not ever get a damn thank you But they're sure 'nough gonna get a you're welcome Matter fact, I ain't leaving, I was here first and I don't believe them I was here bursting Listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin And missing out on being there for people in person Cause we don't sleep when we're working We don't bleed when we're hurting We wear our heart on our sleeve and I'm certain That we'll feel the burden till we call it curtains, you feel me? Do you feel me? This that light inside the core that can blind with its force It's the writing on the wall; light it up on the porch It's nineteen ninety-four, five mic's in the source It's a mighty; mighty roar from the crowd and of course It's this Do you feel me?