Ant - In My Continental lyrics

[Hook: Slug] In my Continental, splintered off the mental When you want the best, you'll never accept anything less Elements of purpose, true love from the first kiss Spread it on the surface, sit back and watch the progress [Verse 1: Slug] T-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, how can I learn patience? Planted in the middle and outside of your nation Take the care to build a familiar foundation Speak to the youth that keep the truth sacred Free the, free the good inside your heart Your neighborhood, it needs you to travel with your art From New York to Cali, some day they'll all know Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago Now I've come a long way from the younger days When I used to look up curse words in my dictionary If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play If I gotta pick a position I'mma pick missionary I've had a little bit too much to think tonight But it's cool, I'll be alright, just make sure that I keep travellin' Your reactions only reinforce the previous thoughts You'd feel the distance even if the bridge was collapsin' Well, kudos and props and every hollow desire That you could conjure in an instant that it takes to breathe I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln Logs for when it's time to build I wait patiently for them to catch up to speed And I'll be [Hook] [Verse 2: Slug] T-t-t-t-t-t-t-teacher, teacher, show me what you know now Load up your van with musicians and go south Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas Plug in the decks, check the mics, fight the wreckage Keep the, keep the motive in your movement Let 'em know where you come from and show them how you do it Children are the focus, give 'em one to grow with Learn 'em how to take they minutes, turn 'em into moments See, nowadays cats think they on some next And they sacrifice they voice just to go over heads (What) If I felt as if I had somethin special to tell Why would I work against myself and hide it under my belt? I used to try to lace the phrases with magic tricks Every paragraph needed translation attached to it They saw the style, respected the craft But all I did was confuse 'em, would try to get 'em to laugh Painted pictures in the primer, no one got the pulp Found the humor, the anger, and the insult Why should I waste any oxygen Tryin' to find the in-between-the-lines that they get lost within? I'm out there for the craft, for the cause The laughter, the applause, the pa**ion for the flaws The fact that I'mma draw some heads to what I'm feelin' Lift 'em all up until they try to touch the ceiling Come on and reach the, reach the ma**es won by singular They hold you and they smile when they feel what you can bring to the Culture and soul that cultivate the flow with Breath control and he kept it whole Because piece by piece the picture turns to puzzle If you lose a few those that remain change into rubble Freedom is a word not heard from those that own it Can't fix the machine if you don't have the components And I'll be [Hook] [Outro: Slug] Cause we're not from this planet, we come from somewhere else And you can't understand it, cause you don't know yourself But when the time is right, our path will be unveiled Till then you seek your light, while I sit and bite my nails [Sample] I didn't mean it Seven days