Yo, (here we go, come on) Greetings to you all (here we go, come on) We came millions of miles to be here with you tonight (here we go, come on) And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here we go, come on) And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out come on yo) Shape shifting, uplifting, lyrical being here to terminate the bling bling Six million ways to live, choose none The devil's both left and right confusion A new sun, a new earth has begun Metabolical rates are changing, rearranging This rhyme is entertaining and visually stimulating like an impressionist painting Oooh, yo come follow me, what's the definition of a real MC? Is it looking hard on MTV? Or freestyling in a back street all-ey? Muhammad, it's the return of the common I'm bombing these rappers and dropping a hip hop megatron From king street to eglington, we don't run Cause when they got a mic, there's no need for a gun And it don't stop, and it don't quit It's all fortified so jump on it And to my people if you love your life, forget the strife We rock from night, until morning Get your back up off the wall Can't afford to miss the boat when they call If you think about a thought, then you'll see that you're timeless House the rhymeless, they're asleep like Linus I find this, very stimulating to the mind But drives me crazy at the same time Am I this or that? Human or black? Extra terrestrial or right side of the tracks? In fact, the shoes itself could be confusive Here's a little story from the time that's illusive I knew a girl by the name of roxanne, met her in eighty-six At the local band stand New tracksuit, fat laces white sneakers Moving to the sound coming out of the speaker Last week around queen and john, I saw her at the corner with a business suit on I said 'what's up girl? you still check the vibe? Remember de la soul diamond d and the tribe?' She said 'no, no, I just don't listen That stuff on the radio is not to transmission Same beat, same lyrics, same song I listen to my old school tapes to get it on' I said 'word up girl I know what you mean It seems we're all trapped in the glitz and the gleam The truth's just hidden for now, so don't sweat it So here's a cassette' and then I jetted [Chorus] Come inside, there's no use hiding Come inside, the sun is high Get your back up off the wall Can't afford to miss the boat when they call High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high High, high, high, high, high, high, high, high Come inside, there's no use hiding Come inside, the sun is high