What started with my MPC, grew to beta SP's Now its years later 360 degrees Not much changed but the cut of my jeans I'm eating more greens, my mama always said you gotta eat So i take the salad over fries, the truth over lies Besides that's still the same guy right? Got my feet wet learned the ropes, Niggas checking for my shit under the microscope I'm stayin afloat those that don't believe in DL and NP? indirectly you need the strength to succeed A live feed took it on tour Niggas waitin patiently for the encore Need not wait more, Showed my potential on my first LP Knew it took a sample and drums made real music Forced the fans to ask the question who's this? Where he from? he be reppin' what clique? he's sick.
[Scratches]"Real Hip Hop"...From the soul(Common)4X
Now on planets, we built our own Lego blocks so no way or need it, our shits hot i know this, i made it through this world without my pops, he's bogus, many'll go and do the same shit, its not hopeless my mother held it down kept me focused on my task at last, i understand the math the science and the path I had to take struggle another day, the sacrifices made along the way to become great some kings shed blood like the center of a steak i use my poetry to infiltrate the human race I put it all on paper this time so you can better understand my rhymes, nigga and no son i'm not wasting your time i'm not wasting your money I encourage you to buy the last shall be first, one day we will rise the problems of the world are greater than you and I
so flawless when i recite on mics call me dirty elegant my pen is never worry my councils like a clergy I'm in my 20's now everyday closer to thirty I'm grown up, a man no its still early i hope the youngin niggas soon don't forget what hiphop is so it can be around for my kids, for real life by experience the shit, its ill my deliverance is only that i'm only skill I build like the great minds that did Egypt I'd rather see the pyramids than a precinct stopped by the cops on a block for no reason we got to keep running everyday its open season but who's really policin' the smogs like the morgue in the city we ain't breathing we barely even, just getting by the struggles still the same see the pain in my eyes sometimes i think they just don't hear the cries