Right now I am a gangster But I'm not against ya I made rap my friend I'm having a life-long weekend I let the words go by taking a micro Just like I take the ball, run and score Making a good game Is like the feng-shui I don't fight for the fame I'm flying the plane of my thoughts And I'm not ashamed of that I'm boosting the notes They are scratching your soul Like a cat or a dog scratches on a door (Woo) Good mood Helps me to find the right route And I have no doubt That there is something to think about I always reach my goal (woo) My tongue is my furious tool (yeah) I suppose this is not the old school (wow!) But I don't care, cause I'm feeling cool! Infected mind, unclear feelings Not understanding the meanings Not born in Las Vegas No cars, no money, no cannons But cause of couple of reasons Had to forget wrong beginnings And go for something that can turn me to some probable winnings I'm on the right side Going inside And always staying alight And busy fighting with pride Tying knots of my temper tight And everything is alright I feel like I'm a medieval knight Choosing between black or white Hip-hop gonna bring me up Cool things last not too long, but i'll stay smart This is the soul age, shut me up, if I'm incorrect My eyes are always opened to react, and that's a real fact, babies