The Process

The process And all the little tiny things I accomplished In my late thirties and I still haven't reached my prime yet I'm only getting better and wiser Nas still dropping his gems Jay-Z 50 plus and he didn't retire So many rhymes and I ain't a lier I am on fire Hood nigga, P-Town Suburban survivor Rocking out like the Eye of the tiger New millennium God Feel like D.C. Darkseid Me, myself and I Drew this shit from the archives And I don't like comparisons Hip-hop heritage Music, Culture made by African-Americans We are trendsetters Been rapping for a couple of years Wishing some of my peers would spit better I'm addicted to being my best No disrespect, but I don't live my life on the internet Success comes in many forms People want to patronize, bring you down I got a middle finger for them Four hundred millions ways just to make a song Picture me trying to fit in where I don't belong I'm only doing things I believe in The way you go about it will never fit my demeanor Let these songs last forever I will never die Give me a mic and a beat, don't need to televise And I don't have kids I ain't been married yet Longest relationship I had is a pile of debt Throughout all my twenties was broke, dumb And mad depressed Giving up and being a failure ain't in my dialect If I had a time machine, wouldn't use it Without a crystal ball I can see myself in the future And it's beautiful Let it shine Illmatic, track four the world's mine