yup

they say, "aye saint ya lyrics too spiritual"//
they say, "aye poetik ya soul too lyrical''//
they say, "aye soulja ya hood too physical"//
i laugh n say to em, "im bustin out tha mold, in dolby digital"//

see i got anempirical basis for an ethical theory//
and ispeak blinding silence so the blind,deaf,n dumb can feel me//
while inever shed a tear..for fear theyll heal me//(they say tears heal)
in timemaybe, daily they kill me//
inside imake peace, break ease intelectualy complexity fills me//

rain falls wiping away today, they say tomorrow neva come//
so in fact, im bacc...to basics in blacc skin ask then is it better to run//
or gun..down anotha brotha, baby boi, father, or mothas son..//
shine foreva growin leave knowin, knowledge is the key reversin the undone//

passion in my eyes confused by burning fury//
while theseyoung ladies cry, they guy hurt em, they turning to me//
they ask"y did i fall for that perfect bod those gawgeous eyes"//
i reply"cuz the boy knew the lines and the man got left on the side"//
she realized....

dude asked me,"y yo rhymes so intelectual u aint gon get a bomb hit"//
he told me"u gotta rhyme bout nines n dimes or it wont sticc" //
he said,"yo style like common, come on til bet awards he aint neva won shit!"//
i replied"thats cuz yall dont like N.I.G.G.A.'s, N.ever I.gnorant G.etting G.oals A.complished"//

off the dome.....yup
R.E.A.L. N.I.G.G.A.