 This one goes out to all of those that want success
Wait, wait, not just the ones that want it
This goes to those that feel they deserve it
And this one goes to all of those that make the moves
and those that have paid the dues
To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge
To all the heads about to break it loose
And you don't want to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute, within it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they hear not what he speaks?"
They don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping amps
Let me spike the ball because I don't like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the surface of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk lore and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to pay some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory
[Chorus: 4x]
Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the frame
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame
It never settles, the constant grinding of metal
against complicated timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor like pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The anger felt as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets
carry me through the meaninglessness
Here I am with the word extracting nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur
[Chorus: 2X]
Put your head on the pillow and shut your eyes
Take your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying tears in the rain
The thunder came, and it drowned out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers game
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can guess your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and straight?
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone
[Chorus]
(There's your little dilemma, right there.)
In my city, there's too many of you that don't really want it
And since I ain't hooken' em up,
I'm one that doesn't give back to my local hip-hop community
If I did have something to hand out,
Don't you think the last person I'd give it to is you
Little busted-ass weekend MC's, talkin all that noise
When you don't even come to my shows
What the fuck did you ever do for me?
Yo, and this goes to watch too many rap videos
And those that don't support the local shows
And those that wanna hate my crew based on the fact that your ass is stuck
And you don't know what the fuck else to do
And those waiting around for someone to put em on
And those that smile in my face but talk shit when I'm gone
And those that grab the mic just because they got flows
Go work on your fuckin demo
Go get drunk and crash your fuckin rental
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