On the Air - The Nonce

Yes skills

To all MC’s.

with skills

Yes

For all MC’s.

you’re on the air

Yes with skills, to all MC’s

Yes you’re on the air

To all, MC’s.

you’re on the air

Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear

You’re waiting, waiting and waiting but stop debating

And release the highs, just let them fly

While I say whassup to grandma, in the sky

Let the bass consume the place

I’m chillin in the studio, listenin to Ace

About platinum hits, and how high to climb

And how many MC’s really can’t rhyme

But I get a dime for the wax I press

It’s all a mindstate that leads to stress

Them evil spirits, but I can’t hear it

Like my girl Giant told me said you got to clear it

So I release and find my peace

Through a beat or some shit, and dream about hits

I gotta keep my thing on straight

Get my head together and wait 'til I get my share

At least I’m on the air

You’re on the air

Yes you’re on the air

Yes you’re on the air

Yes

Skills, what I’m saying is like, it stems from

(To all MC’s) From MC’s basically, from beginnin to end

(To all MC’s) And straight out your mental side

(To all MC’s) Straight through, everything pieces together, knahmsayin?

Put the mental thing together, everything equals out

Keep your head above water

I got a cut for your crates, beats and rhymes

On black plates to pass around

With my nine to five, plus studio time

I got a radio slot tryin to get hot

Soonbe was the one that said that there was a flaw

When MC’s blow up, and they get large

And forget, basin they styles on a hit

So I try to step around this twist

With acts like Green and my man Superb

Where rhymin is first and the fame is third

So I walk around town with the full cassette

Thinkin all the times of new ways to stay fresh

This is what I do daily

You might see the show and request me

Do an interview and speak about the West

And some whack MC, might try to test

Like 'Sef I got stress and sometimes I may

Smoke me a blunt with my man Kwame

Yes you’re on the air