Musical Journey - Kero One

Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown

Like a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin'

Music is my transportation my tank is full,

My alter egos on production providing the fuel

My school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics

Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin hiphop a facelift

The formula's this: raw beats for consumption

With more d**e lines than Scarface equals combustion

Burning competition, when Keros on the scene

I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhDs

Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it

Providin light like Christ to guide the lost out of darkness

Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities

Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity

I'm flippin concepts conscious like Confucius

So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music

Now that you know a bit about me, its time we dig deeper,

Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet you

Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia

And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers

Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers

Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers

And for a breather I'd smoke refer at recess for leisure

Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker

Flippin freestyles ciphers from morning to noon

Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons

Yeah the good old days, when everything was new

Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we'd seldom sing the blues

Spending all day flippin skate boards on pavement

Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous

And I'm sayin things are changing, enjoy the ride

With the creator on my passenger side I will survive

As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence

God gives me the gift of today I call the present

I said God gives me the gift of today?