Track One, Verse One, The Tipping Point

When that adrenaline get in they system
It get ‘em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin’ problem
in Philly, Cincinnati, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin
Don’t even know the meaning of life, ain’t seen a thing
and you dream of floodin’ the scenery with, yayo and greenery
But for now, you stickin’ her with the heavy machinery
Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
And like e’rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin somethin’ in they spine, “Bowling for Columbine“
Stressin’ to me how it’s all about a dollar sign
Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
Up against the clock and damn near out of time
“The Tipping Point” has arrived, and that’s the bottom line
To all my peoples that’s stars, it’s our time to shine
Let’s get ‘em up high, c’mon