This was the golden era of "backpack rap"
I've listened to this song countless times but the other day I just caught Rubix's verse with the car metaphors
On a level of metaphors with lives, life seems to depreciate like automobiles from its original state
I'm inter boro (<< wrong lyric) with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit
Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds
Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin
I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge
A tank full filled with lessons
My temperature guage measures all of the blessings
For the miles I'm stretchin
Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list
Cause us to be the Catalysts
Of a new era, correctin errors
Learn to love it or leave it alone
Recitin these Nubian poems
From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows
I've listened to this song countless times but the other day I just caught Rubix's verse with the car metaphors

On a level of metaphors with lives, life seems to depreciate like automobiles from its original state
I'm inter boro (<< wrong lyric) with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit
Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds
Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin
I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge
A tank full filled with lessons
My temperature guage measures all of the blessings
For the miles I'm stretchin
Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list
Cause us to be the Catalysts
Of a new era, correctin errors
Learn to love it or leave it alone
Recitin these Nubian poems
From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows



