Intro ’91

[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
I am trying my hardest to speak in the way that the spark hits
Hoping these darts that I spit can hit the target
And I'm on it; my heart's been hit with the arrows of artemis
Pharaohs talk of this; I put the mic in the sarcophagus
But every rhyme is just a piece of the puzzle; piece of the pie
Reach with the muscle; I speak through the lies
Reach for the skies; John Dillinger holding a tommy gun
Public Enemy in my headphones since ninety one, yo
Apocalypse never felt this great
Nor was the wait for when I cocked it so I spit that hate
Nor was the places that I lived that made a kid this way
Or in the people that affected every second progressing
Cause the music it keeps changing; tastes: they keep growing
Tunes that need playing and tapes to which I rapped aloud
I'm simply trying to find a place for me to lay up and write
Chill with my friends and all our troubles: we can laugh it out
Joules produced it; Tribe One contributed to it
Brewed from all the doubters that ice-grilled me at school
But then I went and sliced their faces stupid
Now everyone's smiling like The Joker produced it
Batman sweeping in; I'm on that new shit
That kinda sounds like old school music
Mixed with Protools in studios where ipods
That influence the kid down in the south
To grow to do as he do, kid
But it's more than just music
It's art, that's crafted with rhyme and mastered in time
And blasted back in your eyes so when you listen and find
All of the rough edges and patterns we used to hide behind
Now all you do is step inside

[Chorus]
Paper cutters and the dangling headphones
And I'ma keep rocking til the family headstone
Claims me from my home space and so we can head home
Did I stutter let me say it again, yo

Paper cutters and the dangling headphones
Cause I'ma keep talking with these randomly said poems
Make the dope beats for the fans that we kept going
So welcome to the show, let's begin