Brass Tacks

Let's take it down to brass tacks Identify the abscess, killin' what's abstract Let's take it back to b-boys, rappers rockin' backpacks Battles with no writtens and styles that's still untapped Feature cats that match the vibe with a verse Instead of big names, they just supply whatever works Grew up on Scribble Jam tapes and Dilla beats Eyedea crushin' egos over cuts from Abilities Real diss tracks, never prefabricated Presence that captivated, new patterns to add to paintings The passion was elevated, rhymin' was mathematic Women that wasn't plastic, instrumentals dynamic Take me back to the classics, maybe I'm reminiscin' But the more I listen, more I realize it's what we missin' New blood, we do it for the love We do it just because everything I am came from everything I was Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doing what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am I cruise the canyon with the windows down I deal with the highs and lows until I find some middle ground Can't let the thoughts rot, kid, I gotta get em out So many ups and downs, that's why I got a different sound These days too much value is placed on entertainment They'll do anything to get you famous Fame equals green, which means fame equals greed Leave my posts vacant before I let em break me I break it down when I'm stressed, pull the stems, smoke the rest Let it breathe, 'till em I'm at my best Yes, yes, life is so complex, don't take it out of context Sometimes the simple hook says it best Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doing what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am Still I'm doin' what I can, everything I was Made me everything I am