Exhibit M - Dead Prez

Yo, imagine me with no imagination

No imitation.

It’s Exhibit M… it’s my improvisation

Hope I improved on what you thought was impossible

My impersonation of myself is mythological

Emperor Imhotep—I am a saurus

I’m a monk up in the mountains, meditating in the marshes

Importing that magical forest, smoking that Mary Jane

Self-medicating myself.

This world is so insane

I put my emphasis on things more important

Yo, it’s M. Jordan imparting wisdom with my performance

I’m Immortal Technically speaking

Immaculately conceiving

Hit you with that Swahili greeting

I’m the one between the L and the N

Motherfuck… Oh please excuse, I get excited

I’m against the M-N-F-N system

They immobilize the marches of the movement

And imprison many people

Now they monitor the music

Making martyrs out of you and me

We ain’t getting Emmy’s or no Oscars or no Grammy’s

It’s the same old inmate to the Uno

The emblem is the panther, not a pimp

And my woman is an empress if you ever get a glimpse

My impression of a moron is an empty minded man

For an imbecile, death is imminent.

Understand?

Murder one.

Master knowledge, but my mama says, «Mutulu

Fuck around and get impaled.

Yo, don’t let the smile fool you

Leave a mark on your monument.»

Fuck the X and the Y. The M gene is dominant

M-M-M-Malcolm and M-M-M-Mart-Martin