Check it out. This is Benny B, the professor of Hip Hop Diesel
Coming to you from Berkeley, California with a little food for
Thought of my man Sophia's first joint. The Nomad is a man
A wanderer, a drifter, a man with no beginning and no end. He
Wanted me to give a message to all you corny ass boring MCs out
There and the record companies that sign your stupid asses. If you
Follow a light down a dark path, the path can go anywhere
Eventually leading to a dark end. If you are the light, you are the
Path. To all you bright motherfuckers in Hip Hop, keep shining. Peace
Yo, this mic hella stank, haha
Man, what the fuck? Nigga, who is you?
For it's rational, the antidote to what's wack
Confirmed by my urban platoon
Running past idle chatter, leaning towards a mean green trend
But I bend in the opposite direction of envy
Because I, like an enormous entity
It's incredible, but granted, you can still see me
Victim of my own imagination
Humble junction tapped the name of greatness
I escalate the fact while most are just wellness
That eclipse the loss of gravity coming from the inner
Starting at the bone cavity, disrupting bone marrow
Worse than the worst case of AIDS
I'm enclosed by the underground, so I get shade in caves
Hard to stress, see, Missy, we paved the way
Soft lyrics lure me to the streets of fear
If a nigga try to strike, I'm like the devil
Always open for business to bring hell on Earth
And knock everybody's sin