[Chorus: J. Sands]

Yo, it's the Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the-lysts

Yo, I'm just a solo MC, it's like this

Rawls makes the beats that make you shake your hips

Lone to the Cata, Cata to the -lysts

Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the

Experimentin' with styles like scientists

No matter what your name is, you can still get dissed

'Cause it's the Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the

[Verse 1: J. Sands]

Yo, it all began around '84, snatchin candy out the bus store

Now&Laters, Lemonheads, then we fled through backyards

Duckin police, shorties were trackstars

Hoppin fences, dividin candy on the benches

Is what we did, ???? jocks and color tube socks

Huffies were the shit, I pop a Willie and go two blocks

Easy, without fallin, Stevie took his ball when

We did pick him for hoopin, 21 Chicago

I rocked 33, I was Kareem without the goggles

Ridin skateboards downhills made wheels wobble

The fast life, niggas get stuck with broken bottles

My cousin Pablo got bagged for coke and wrote a novel

Saturday, put the tape in the radio

So I could dub the latest from Flash and Kurtis Blow

From 'The Breaks' to 'The Message' I learned every word

Yo check it, I'm in the shower rockin rhymes butt-naked

The birth of a MC at the age of 13

Right before crack turned dimes to burnt fiends

Hip-hop was like the beatuy in the Jet magazine

Had me open, addicted to rap like chain smokin

Writin rhymes everywhere I went, havin older cats bent

Sayin shortie 13 will represent

So realize this wasn't just a one-night stand

Cause I seduce ears infinitely once rhymes land

Nowadays LP's just might have one nice jam, and a remix

But 85 is just too blind to see this

I didn't plan to be this, I was mathematically implanted in time

With a ???? wind

Yo, is you with me? Cause Babylon be always out to get we

The black cops about 50-50

[Chorus: J. Sands]

Yo, it's the Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the-lysts

Yo, I'm just a solo MC, it's like this

Rawls makes the beats that make you shake your hips

Lone to the Cata, Cata to the -lysts

Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the

Experimentin' with styles like scientists

No matter what your name is, you can still get dissed

'Cause it's the Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the

[Verse 2: J. Sands]

Aiyo, a lotta cats can only see the bad in rap

Matter of fact, they only focus on what it lacks

Yeah, I know about the frontin MCs, and yeah, they wack

Plus the jokers who be makin the tracks, but check it, black

Politickin ain't gon' take nothin back, so keep it movin

Be a contribution to hip hop, that's what we're losin

Let the seeds know about Soulsonic, Mantronix

Rock Steady, Fab Five Freddy, Busy Bee, Moe Dee

And how BDP taught poetry

Plus, we can't forget the DJs and graffiti

If you agree, then please proceed to follow me

I take you through dimensions, just lend me your attention

So you can make your own comprehension of what I mention

See, knowledge is power, wisdom's used as the extension

To make the understanding more clearer is my intention

So head's gon' be left out hangin in suspension like a lynchin

A lotta cats rhymes' are full of tension

Can't even walk the block without the bodyguards and henchmen

Paranoid and always flinchin, even your crew talkin dissentient

They see the 'masquerade' like George Benson

Lone Catalysts, strategists of the new world

I used to love H.E.R. too, but now I'm focused in on you

Cause you will be the one who takes us to the next millennium

The Most High controls the universe like a pendulum

Swingin back and forth, forth and back and forth

Balancin nine planets on a circular course

There's no remorse, MC's need to carry the weight

And bury the hate, and realize these are serious stakes

No time to waste, cause we're livin in a high-tech state

So listen close, so there won't be no debate

[Chorus: J. Sands]

Yo, it's the Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the-lysts

Yo, I'm just a solo MC, it's like this

Rawls makes the beats that make you shake your hips

Lone to the Cata, Cata to the -lysts

Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the

Experimentin' with styles like scientists

No matter what your name is, you can still get dissed

'Cause it's the Lone-to-the-Cata—Cata-to-the