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Lyrics
Verse One:
You could put your life on it, gimme a mic I’ll speak nice on it
I’m leaving cats without a single human rights honored
I’m decked out in light apparel
Aligning weak minds in line to the narrow hole of a sniper’s barrel
The humble pharaoh, the rich beggar
The angelic virgin emergin’ out of the clouds in December
Son it’s a dream world under ya covers
Kills me seeing what people will do to each other
Shit’s fucked, but yo it’s like that
My pops never liked it when I rocked a mic stand
But yo, he could never understand
Cuz to me music isn’t just another lost summer jam
I get the feelin’ man, that this ain’t home
Sitting up late nights, Illmatic humming in my earphones
It’s hip hop in the key of D-flat
With my heart on the track, shit is guaranteed like that
Hook: (2x)
This is for those late nights
Those inner hate fights
This is for my dreams…fuck five I want my eight mics
So when my shit drops
I hope your think my shit rocks
‘Cause above all this shit is made for hip-hop
Verse Two:
I hope there’s room for my words in ya mental kilobytes
Kast drops heavy like a thousand-pound gorilla might
Kids say I sound white *fuck you* you wanna battle Kast?
Talk ya shit and get hit, straight wit my battle ax
You act wack like that once more
Go take ya stupid fuckin’ questions right to Forrest Gump’s door
I’m the feeling at the end of the day
I’m the feeling of the three seconds after pulling the pin of grenades
I’m the feeling of released convicts, check
I’m the feeling of the couple entrenched in deep conflict
Yo this song is my sonic letter to you, World
It’s the unspoken language hurled right at the finest girl
Gimme one minute, I’ll break one limit
Gimme my life just once so I can live it
Feel the rush of ya Civic on the night street track
Ya body leaps back, kid it’s guaranteed like that
Hook: (2x)
This is for those late nights
Those inner hate fights
This is for my dreams…fuck five I want my eight mics
So when my shit drops
I hope your think my shit rocks
‘Cause above all this shit is made for hip-hop
Verse 3:
Stop a second, I’ve just lost alla my patience
Look at him, he thinks he’s black, he’s really Asian
Fuck you and everyone who talks behind my back
Kast is wack he couldn’t rap if his uncle was black
This is also for you, say it! Don’t be cowardly
Tell it to my face *you’re a joke* you always doubted me
I’m in a, state of confusion, you too, but I’ll admit it
I don’t act black, bump thug rap, ‘cause I don’t live it
So while you’re on the side, dissin’ while I’m writin’
You’re singing DMX, acting more thuggish than I am
But I’m death defyin’, talk shit, I ain’t hear it
You could diss my raps to my clothes, but not my spirit
I started this off through a sniper scope
But I’ma end this song on a positive note
This is for those who gave me honest feedback
You keep me going…it’s guaranteed like that
Hook: (2x)
This is for those late nights
Those inner hate fights
This is for my dreams…fuck five I want my eight mics
So when my shit drops
I hope your think my shit rocks
‘Cause above all this shit is made for hip-hop
