The rhythm and the beat is secondary What has made gospel live is the message That the rhythm and the beat carry It's been soured if you heard it through the grapevine AK8 displayed, traded K-9 Handed nothing, had to take mine Back in the trap, getting snared is the bass line In a lesson, question is a great sign Mate was a late find, too much at stake to stay kind Thought I had to settle 'tween federal and state time Not blessed with pulls, suppressed my luck Tenth good-influenced, the rest corrupt All these dope concerns stressed the buck True wounds, I dressed it up (mm) Multiplying dollars had a quicker timetable Things we was trying: Fatal Body not weak if the mind able For a while, laws had to find stable Greed feed evil content and divine label Mom's said my grave's almost my cradle (mm) We might be equal, but we not the same To absorb loss, there's a lot to gain With pens, I'm pensive, don't pretend I'm pretentious See we need bridges, we can build defenses On this plane, more enemies than friendships Empty empire without my empress Make a sense of it in every sentence After boy helped voyage, not adventrous Cold times, was no one's apprentice Is it patience or time wasting? I'm truthful, all they used to is libation Dark at the start line, mind racing Few great moves since the migration We might be equal, but we not the same To absorb loss, there's a lot to gain We might be equal, but we not the same Where you spot less, despot to blame (Despot to blame) (We might be equal, but we not the same)