The Garden

You ain't lookin in the mouth of madness
Kid your facin it
Put your game face on and start embracin it
I'm from the streets that first
Started all that hatin shit
And naz used to spell ghetto
With the "h" in it
You see the innocent children
From tenament buildings
Get that menacin feelin
But when it's revealed
A 16's just an enterprise you pretend to ride
It seems it's been applied
It's a snoop genocide
Nz ain't showin that they skills is there
Nz ain't tryna build careers
When them guns start to bust
And you ain't real prepared
Now your rhymes just a souvenir
From a killed career
Understand I do a lot of renovating myself
Kane ain't never been known for
Limit's breaking my "self"
Club shit and thug shit, innovatin myself
But you'll never catch the
God incriminating my "self" f'real

In The Garden of Hip Hop always stay true
And always remember just what a snake do
Watch those around you cuz
They'll be fake too
And never let the game make you

Most of all

In The Garden of Hip Hop stay in circle
There's a lot to see beneath
Where the dirt is
Dig a little deeper to scratch the surface
Maybe then you'll understand your purpose

Now reflecting on the game kid i have to say
Much love to the one Jam Master Jay
A loss that hit the world of
Hip hop like John Lennon
Chapter out of life that
Prevailed the wrong inning
Still from the Notorious, hearts are shooken
The streets started lookin like we
Missing part of Brooklyn
A disappointing flavor that we taste before
But a spots been secured for the late Shakur
The pain was severe when we lost Aaliyah
We try to get by
Then turn around and lost Left Eye
We even see how fatal diseases be
Snatchin playaz like Eazy-E, easily
Respect to Freaky Tah, Big L and Big Pun
The big one
Who left the Terror Squad forever scarred
Your lifestyle and your musical gift
In the hearts of many
You will truly be missed f'real

I never claimed to be the
Kid slingin rocks for Ex
Never claimed to be the kid
That be poppin the teks
But if you look it's like my
Name got stock in the jets
That ain't my style though
I simply not wish to flex
But if you want we can sit
And talk dollars and checks
And good investments
And what follows it next
You sittin there lookin brolic and vexed
Tryna screwface dudes
I'm tryna facescrew the opposite sex
Take a glass of the Remy, start with the Ex
I never had patron but shit I'll
Take a shot of it next

Life is beautiful Jeff, for real man
Trying to tell you ohhh Jazzy Jeff