Ital City Dub - Cornel Campbell

Verse One: Q-Tip I wanna be able to reach an mc And reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell We might as well bridge these gaps In all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it Profess mic techniques illegit Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded In their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) Q-Tip: I use my music implemented with jewels import tools To inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy That's put here to trap you and me Black Thought: Y'all know the battle leutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- Ary and very necessary to shine Legendarily, heavily refined Q-Tip: Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage Which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it Like raffle ticket pick And if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking Black Thought: I got this Ital mad up close and personal The first I find to violate, I shall retal- Iate with realisms for their whole local We on point like decimal Abstract now Q-Tip: MCin while I'm breathingmcin is believing That you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony In fact, it's very therapeutic Like B12 hyperdermic needle so shoot it Black Thought: Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit Most wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with it Just slightly might miss it When I blast through your section or district CHORUS Verse Two: Black Thought In my formitive by my peers I was influenced Until the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense Of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do sinceI'm on another lev. Brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev. But they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long term 'Cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn Probably, timelessly I construct the firesome To rip your eardrum for many years to come Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise So hard it's a wonder y'all alive... Q-Tip: ...And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even Perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' They cold actin' like heathens When mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up Like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up Fantasizin' about the illest stick up But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed On stage you won't need your tef. vest Only a mic with and a mic test And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess That they can relate With the trials you tribulate Or the pains you endure 'Cause some cats is pure Tell horors that are true but see cats like you Y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo The tear jerker You be that miracle worker Whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out Or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played We 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades

I was in a tunnel And couldn't see the light And whenever I'd look up I couldn't see the sky Sometimes when I'm standin' It seems like I done walked for miles And my heart could be cryin' Dead in the middle of a smile But then I climbed the hills And saw the mountains I hollered help 'cause I was lost Then I felt the strong wind Heard a small voice sayin' The storm is over (The storm is over now) And I can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Come on and set me free, whoa Now in the midst of my battle All hope was gone Downtown in a rushed crowd And felt all alone And every now and then I felt like I would lose my mind I've been racin' for years And still no finish line, oh But then I climbed the hills And saw the mountains (Mountains) I hollered help 'cause I was lost Then I felt the strong wind And then a small voice sayin' The storm is over (The storm is over now) And I can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I can feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Come on and set me free Somehow my beginning stepped right in (Right in) Then faith became my friend (My friend) And now I can depend On the voices of the wind When it's sayin' (Sayin') The storm is over (The storm is over now) And I can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I can feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Won't you come and set me free Won't you set me free The storm is over (The storm is over now) And I can see the sunshine (Somewhere beyond the clouds) I can feel Heaven, yeah (Heaven is over me) Won't you come and set me free