(Verse 1:)
Used to the feeling of peeps not really wanting to listen when I speak, fittin by the skin of my teeth
But when I spit on a beat I get a little relief, Permission to be free for the minute at least, hit em with a belief
Get rid of my political beef, a platform to deliver the speech
Yo I gotta be honest the white collar shit isn’t for me
Given the choice I’d get down and live in the streets with the freaks, with the meek, with the proud and hard done by
Like one of them down on hard luck guys
Up in the lost and found, looking for bucks and pounds another victim of another dark sunrise
Sometimes it feels too much, better be resilient ya wanna feel tough
Tough, like putting your life into something and somebody telling you to keep it up
Keep it up? Man if you keep that up, I’m pretty sure that you're gonna get beaten up
So-while I love being patronized perhaps you guys had better learn to keep it shut
But they wanna come speak to us, apparently the whole world want a piece of us
And its cool but don’t be giving advice on how I‘m living my life if you missing a couple teeth and drunk
I aim in this for any other reason than rhyming that's what the reason and rhyme is
And as steep as the climb is I‘m a try to reach the peak and then redefine it
Signing my name into the shelf, so the legacy remains when l'm flaming in hell
It might be poverty it might be wealth but there ain't nobody to blame but myself
(Chorus:)
“I don’t know what your name is, but I thought your show was blazing
Your flow and placement is so amazing you’re going places.”
Well thanks for your glowing statements, but what I gotta know today is
If I’m one of these chosen saviours how come nobody knows I’m famous?
“I’m not sure what your name is, he’s Mike I’m Joe we're agents, Your sound is so outrageous, you could be the next sensation!”
Well thanks for your votes and praises, but what I gotta know by grace is
If I’m one of these chosen saviours how come nobody knows I’m famous?
(Verse 2:)
Same old shit the same old places, same fuckwits on rotation
Same artists playing it safe and get met with yet another standing ovation
Like taking a risk so blasphemous, emcees take shit so serious
Evenbody is a critic everybody got a gimmick nobody wanna be
A better lyricist, Want more then here it is, lets hear it for the broken weary kids
Sick of the bullshit i'm a take it back to Tribe on some Low End Theory shit
Yes yes, I know its business but where did the business start?
I know it's an industry but the industry it was built on art
It's the hardest part speaking your mind on matters of the heart
Make em cry, make em laugh make sure you in the Aria charts
Make sure you ready to make your mark, feelin the shit’ll get ripped apart
All I know is that I came here tonight to rip some bars, and I left with a wallet full of business cards
(Chorus)
(Verse 3:)
Lot of emcees out there trying to sign to be, the next big thing undeniably
But they hit a small glitch when they selling out gigs and ain't rocked a rhyme in the street
Where ya credibility gonna be coming from? When ya record don't move and ya move on?
Crew gone cos you ain't been around in too long and can‘t get a riddim for the new songs. (ha!)
Everybody laugh at you. not a label in sight wanna market you
Still yet to get a penny outta half a tune, looks like it might be a long afternoon!
Not me though! Check the ego! I hit the town like torpedo!
Spot a chick and run up like what up I’m Mantra! She like “Um ...... so?"
(Chorus)
