Another Level

I started out as a loser Rubbing my AA's so I could use em Music was helping me deal with the fear With my eyes on the ground and my hands on my ears Beats I create em and kill em Praying that Mantis will Prey on the villains Gargantuan flow back to step on your toe Got you feeling and artist that nobody knows But you gone know me now tho Growing up poor boo hoo I don't mind that Fought through the pain in my head got my mind back Think I'm crying bout it? Nah, look at what I have now Star quarterback of 2010's pumping gas now I'm up on another level On the upswing even though I'm digging with the shovel Digging all the graves throwing all the beats I made down Mama always said I brought you in the world and I can see your way out Get up on your own two Don't ever let em tell you what you gone do Keep your eyes on the prize like you're supposed to Pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own You lay in bed and you think Yourself in a circle you're starting to sink Dealing with words that all come from the people Keep hearing no seeing no speaking no evil Dreams they come and they go Keep rapping until they be knowing the flow Hunched in the corner, white jacket, the coroner keeps tapping my shoulder, got nowhere to go Line out the door tryna get inside the more I let em in the less space I have to sit and cry more About the pain and the struggle but I'm empty in the eyes Get the f up out my head if you're talking bout lies Put the rope around my neck and try to cut ties Feet have been above your head since all of them wide eyed 20 mill watched the talent on TV in prime time But I'm passed that, never not been a class act I'ma snap back to the old Dylan with the backpack Try to hold me down but a man is abstract Hell on wheels homie you can call me Amtrak I mistake applause for somebody tryna clap back I don't even know what I just said Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own I fell asleep at the wheel Ended up almost becoming a meal But the drive and the passion kept me going, smashing up ceilings above me right under their heels I got the scars to remind Anyone who thinks I'm not out my mind your own business don't tell me how I should do mine My employees are Vorhees, the Devil, and rhyme I don't got time to be paying no mind to the kind of abuse going on in my mind I just make time for the rhythm and rhyme give em back what they've given me time after time Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day) Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own