Artist: Scienz of Life f/ Beretta 9
Album:  Diggin' in the Archives
Song:   Build With Me
Typed by Davida.b.

[Intro: Beretta 9]
Yo Yo, bout to bring it to you, yo
Yo, check it

[Beretta 9]
I haven't been thorough it all, but seen most
In fact at times I feel it necessary to carry toast at times
Better for worse, the better the chance, the better the verse
To explain the better the world, the easier me
Together that we achieve, love peace and happily
I had the chance to see, the chance to be, the G.O.D.
The G.O.D., now build with me, come on

[Chorus: Beretta 9 (Inspector Wilabee)]
Yo you ever felt liek it's out of your hands
And out of your hands and out of control
And you're asking yourself (what can I do?)
And then you look to your left and then to your right
And then you're asking yourself (Pardon, what can we do?)
Do you have an idea, or even a clue as to what's going on?
(Yo Lord, I believe I do)
So build with me, so I can build with you

[Inspector Wilabee]
Yo, check this out, yo, I write jams that slams across the u-n-i-versesal
Touching heads with every verse, big pen scribbled at first
Before we chap into the masses that's lost in the chaos
Confused in the chaos, all they know is chaos
Fake cats pretending to be ill rhymesayers
But still, back to the real when we dealing with gems
Foes and friends hold hands in the state that we in
In my hood we join blocks together, and rock together
Holding fort like whatever, what
In my hood we join blocks together, and rock together
Holding fort like whatever, ok
I have future preminitions of disasters
That's why I stay in tune with my spiritual masters
I outlast kids when speaking on mic jewels
Excite fools when I write schools
Them, them, and them some
My raps sqrung like a heart for the artform
Whenever the God sparks, it's on like the alarm's on
Yo, my raps sqrung like a heart for the artform
Whenever the God sparks, it's on like the alarm's on, yeah

[Lil' Sci]
The right jab power punch, stick and move
You now among the most incredible, the fourth jewel
Spoken mass at the school too, Carrying the newest era
Invisible handprint duke, we still official
Fall winds, weathercast storm, high content
Sponsered like monuments, common sense
Drop parlington, Killarm, we militant
We balance karma, discipline, God listen
Do the knowledge before the wisdom
Send the bug, hit em, venomous can
Ten percenter chop both of your hands
Damage crews, we nervous by the rhythm and blues
Through a specticle, I'm wide screen, living the proof

[Chorus]

[Inspector Wilabee]
Yo, city lights illuminated, skies of the dark
Smoke reefer through the air, I'm trying to play my part
I could bippity bop through city blocks, non stop, two shots at the cops
There ain't nothing you can do to me chump, just sit and watch
Me in the streets is cold and we bond together
?Please oh Jesus put together for the cypher thesis?
?Fill inside, repitable quiet, doors begin to ply?
The silent war is knocking on your door
You can fear, love or hate it
But Scie Life, Killarm is here, you can't debate it
Like going to planet Earth is so overrated
We travel at terrific speeds, seeds to feed
Inspector ?? filled with greed
Come against me you get ???, kicked and kneed
And left in the gutter so your mouth can bleed
I grab my crotch, spit, flick a light brighter than Denteen
To you for true, to blast off like commet