[Woman's voice]
[The first thing she ever told me was that she had met the perfect man. I said stop, there's no perfect man. She says, oh yes. She says, I have met this man, and he is wonderful.]

[Woman's voice]
[John Robinson was really able to control my mind, and control my attitudes, and we were together in person in a way that nobody has, before or since.]

[Man's voice]
[Who was this man, John Robinson?]

[Verse 1: John Robinson]
(That's right, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
He's omnipresent, like the king of soul
He's underrated like Hendrix
But he still loves rock and roll
Splittin' image of the inner self of his father
Walking upon a path, searching for Hakuna Matata
Often misunderstood and assumed to be shallow
He's just ahead of his time with the heart of a pharaoh
Mind of a scientist applying it to the art form
Hip hop, the unexplainable phenomenon
As the world turns, his insight grows
[?] to the planet earth to enlighten with flows
And who knows?
He might change the course
Put a stop to disagreeable force
And bring it back to the source of innocence
Before labels tinker with the penmanship
And Before radio gave substance to censorship
Before journalism was overpopulated
Way before the Apprenticeship has been outdated
So patiently he awaited his chance
To break the masses outta the trance to curse the land
Studied the blueprint of the industry through many sleepless nights
Only to gain the information that would burst the plan
Soon to be recognized for his great efforts
Had dreams of starting a distribution company and focusing on a death wish
But he ain't care walk with the strut of a warrior
Reflections of the most high through the shields of his cornea
Living the art of peace daily with visions of Gandhi
And goes to organize the masses like movements of [?]
Magnificent brother robbed it natural like Steve Harvey
Hated by nice few, loved by many, his essence is Godly
Heard rumors of his crew falling off, no not hardly
They want legacy like Bob Marley, living far beyond the
Expectations of some corporate A and R
Speaking the tongues talk bout how he's gon' make them all stars
[Chorus]
I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives
Updating the methods, knowing who and where ya are and represented
I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst
I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives
Updating the methods, knowing who and where ya are and represented
I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst

Inhale, inhale, inhale, influence
Inhale, inhale, inhale, exhale

[Verse 2]
He packs pro-black thoughts with distortion of static
See it was written like the sophomore efforts of Illmatic
Pulling perfection out his mind, his mind is a stuggle to lease
He had the worlds and the power to get the President impeached
For any king denounced from his throne
Some of us say he had more influence than the pope in the city of Rome
But the music, so many heads got it and lose it, abuse it
He's one of the chosen few known to use it
The youth refused it at first, then he spoon-fed the babies
Now they all in tunes with his rhymes and it's all gravy
Father never sell his soul, no if and's or maybe's
Blew four thousand and eighty, his company's still shady
But they can't stop him, he does the work of a shaman
With the soul vision through the eyes of Ra, known as Amun
He used to love her back when she had sense like common
Now he can't really trust her cus she always lyin' man
Supply and demand, what a forced reality
But still, in awe, he always hold it down like gravity
Same essence, same man, new formula, different strategy
The ruler's back so just call him "your majesty"
[Chorus]
I look at life from an outside perspective, gainin' new objectives
Updating the methods, knowing who and where ya are and represented
I spit 'til they roll the credits, a rhyme analyst

Inhale, inhale, inhale, influence
Inhale, inhale, inhale, exhale