歌詞
Yeah, check it, check it, check it out
Uh, check out the rhyme one more time
So I ain't got to work at checkout, express line
With 15 or less, let me express mine
You've heard everyone else's style, except mine
Yeah, ask the manager, I'm no amateur
Wide lens aperture, world view capturer
Still I'm at the Whole Foods after your paper or plastic please, so would you hurry up
It's like I can't breathe 'til 6:30 up
Link up with fellow MCs, drink a 40 up
Burn up, like a flint of a candle
The only thing I can do is ramble, the beats that I sample
The shiver in the boots
Movie-like flow call me river running through
What you wanna do?
Give up the only good thing that you ever knew
It's time we stopped chasing a dream and see it coming true
Nobody's feeling that no more
I said, go on tell me homie tell me what you rapping for?
It's nothing like it was before
I said, go on tell me homie tell me what you rapping for?
Shit ain't even cool no more
I said, go on tell me homie tell me what you rapping for?
So don't be doing that no more
I said, go on tell me homie tell me what you rapping for?
I still got a 9th grade mind state
Throw the food from my plate
If you get in my way
They went from missing me to listening to my tape
Now they want to kick it 'cause everything going so great
But, when it was bad they were gone
I was forced to go it alone
But it's ok, it made me strong
As long as I can write I'm never wrong
With the knife to match your arm and call minister Farrakhan
To squash it whatever the cost is
It's hard to kick push when they're flipping like constant
Broke the last straw, the last line they crossed it
I'm just trying to wriggle on back before the worst
This nonsense around us
Just let the sound surround us
If the music is your god, then we see him as boundless
I found this out without a doubt for sure
When I finish what I set out for
My goal
Written by: Shaun Hopkins, Steven Moseni