Lyrics
Fuck it, They'll probably never compair me to Pac or Biggie, Unless I blow n get murdered in a Metroplis city, but i deserve every ounce of respect as any lyricist- I wrote my first rhyme in '89, is you hearin this? 10 years old, broke the mold- I was dedicated, I'm from a small town- commonly underestimated, but I done came across rappers from legendary places, they couldn't handle the pressure- lyrically I'm amazing, I know I owe every rhyme to my influences- KRS-1, RAKIM, n BRAND NEWBINES, it's ludacris- I feel like Eminem sometimes- like he only nice for a white boy, but what if you was blind? What if my city had sky scrappers n large projects? n the highest murder rate since '96? Would you believe- that it's possible to conceive, one of the nicest emcee's to breathe? wake up in the trees, don't get it twisted- I aint got no complex, I know I'm one of the sickest on the mic- my concepts, come from a higher source so of course thats nonsense, I'm only tryin substantiate the facts thats logic- Musically I'm completely, lyrically I'm a genious, n u muthafuckers don't wanna say it- BUT YOU BELIEVE IT, I'm a monster- and cant nobody take that from me, here's another one yeah nigga- take that dummy come on...
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speak on it, let em know whats on your mind son, speak on it, whatever's goin on inside son, speak on it, keep these niggas on they toes son, speak on it, the only way they'll ever know is if you speak on it and they gotta listen to you when you speak on it, cuz you know it's always official when you speak on it, gotta keep the heat on it lord, speak on it speak on it...
They think we not intelligent, cuz we let our pants sag- that's irrelevant, my mind works wit no limitation, no need to sell a brick- so get paid, I can spit for days, my man is a genious wit computer, tricks n trades, tryin to earn Real Estate- mad stocks n bonds, ain't no rage against the machine, I just want what's mines, Hard for you to comprehend the attitude of the hood, my untied Timberland's, my du-rag n my hood, you see that n say that I'm ignorant- ur views illegitament, cuz if u try to walk in my shoes- you pull a ligament, you see the black face, black nose, n black lips, n you think I'm a menace and you're scared of my black fist, I was born with 3 strikes against me, protect and serve? that's bullshit, police ain't tryin to defend me- they tryin to end me, n it's seems some will try n play friendly- but nobody convince me, if you from the hood then you feel me, throw your thinkin caps on, release your beautiful ideas- n get ur cash on, Bloods n Crips- stop fightin, don't let em divide us, I had a dream that I seen DR.King on a dollar COME ON...
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It's time to face the music and I know that y'all feel me n can't refuse it, I had to put my two cents- because it was becomin a nuisance, I mean- the combination of playa hatin n indegrigation(?)was way too much for a man not to lose his head n patience,somethin inside me told me to write it n i didnt fight it, n promised me i'd feel better everytime I recite it- the first two verses I'm heated tryin to give u the meaning, but in this verse I'm linient cuz my missions completed, comin my nerve- like exhalin the 'dro, I love this song especially this part when i start goin slow, days of our lives- purple haze in our eyes, n this song wouldn't be right if I ain't thank Nas, n it seems they wanna see me in prision, but they couldn't hold me forever, behold- the creme has risen, I know I got a date with death, but I ain't dyin no time soon, I'm tryin to see my grandkids bloom- like a flower in June...
