purple fedora fitted like cigar smoke in the room jazz flows by miles & nina surround the vibe we just left 110th street harlem world all over I plead the 5th I think I should even after the hours have come and gone she looks at him love in her eyes no disguise no compromise then he plays the saxophone like no other inhale myrrah exhale collard greens the genius is dope it all happens after hours
they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY -Rakim