Track: Anthem For The North East br Artists: Cryptographik Street Poets ft. Symphonic Movement & Stunnah Beatz br br Lyrics: br (Chorus) br Home is where I’m at br The Eastside’s my Homeland br Like Clockwork br My fingers are working to the bone br I'm raising my flag br Waving it high br Revolution's coming br Ain't nobody there is ever gonna break us down br This is my life and hiphop is my drive, br Like a Phoenix from the ashes to blue skies we rise br br Prophet on the mic, you know I rock it like a demigod br My semi-automatic rhythm will end it all br I said it all, homie now it's time to stop and listen br On how we care for shit just by screaming fuck the system br Listen close you'll hear the pain real loud br I'm on that weird shit, love to rip your brain spleen out br Funny how the underground is just too mainstream now br Keep hearing these faint screams when I make these sounds br Yo, now let me spit a little syllable play br I could dribble for days with words, minimal pain br It's critical mayne that I keep my lyrical game br To a point where it's absurd like saying miracle pays br Keep it going but still stuck with petty minimum wage br And everybody too busy chillin' in silicon cage br Nothin but a slave, need to see the citizens rage br Need to see the system burned and real criminals chained br br I get disgusting in the lab, like fecal samples br Your style is ancient and old like wooden sandals br Yo I be spiting fire, like the tip of a candle br What I spit is a scandal, These elephant bars that'll get you trampled br Wack emcees scramble, like roaches on the light br Yo I do it like NAS, all I need is one mic br Nah, fuck it, I need more, cause mics will ignite br Been known to spit tight, inspired their rappers to rewrite br Despite, I always give 'em a fist fight br In world of Warcraft, yo I be the monk type br Riding on my gryphon, spitting flows with no lights on br Gripping mics like a python, on this flow that I ride on br I'll be biting you like Tyson, yo I'm fighting with the fury of street fighter M. Bison br br (Chorus) br br I was on that ride, witness struggle on my circle br Hurdle, hurtle at these obstacles, br Man all I need was (a) miracle br The cause was all just similar br It turns you to a radical, br Images dispecable br Telling (you) youre incapable. br Truth behind the shadow, what they told me its hard to follow br These assholes they be so cold but always hold my ego br I haunting at the congo, Raging bull like De Niro br From up down below man, I always fight but not a hero br Trust me! br I still skip up all those nonsense, br Momma worry about me being so caution(s). br Captain on my own, man I got own ship sank br Circle by these sharks, stuck inside this big tank.