All credit for the beat is towards Blockhead, hook by Aesop Rock.

Lyrics :

Within the given minute in which I gotta spit it
I speak about the visions in which I must relive it
Spoken eloquance that is gifted. Mis-shifted the bridge
That connects the inner spirits, shit is too religious/
Paved a path that made me laugh, the rap dun brang it back
Satan's wrath came alas, he made a track that came in last
We all know hip-hop ain't the devil's music
It's just the actions that became abusive/
All natural, enthusiasm seems to mask you
Pick the paddle in which I battle and harrass views
Cracked syllabus, adapt to this savage mass of incolence
Massive captions of rapping got me acting brash/
Back in the past, yapping the trash of whack synonyms
You wanna rap with a gat, and bitch who's name is Black Cinnamon
Instead of passion, more than half ya n***as asking
About reactin and flashin, macking the last of the of the innocent./
So as the day breaks, shatter the image of Big Brother
Smuther the lover of my gift, break the prejudice
Even the youngest discrace my heritage, ain't irrelevant
Even the veterans of the game remain to slay the messages/
Spreading my wings as the heavens sing, let it bring
A deadly thing against those who bring a false melody
Cuz all I ever wanted was to pick apart the game
And put it back together my way, my way/

I only take credit for my lyrics. :3