[Intro]
You and I have some things to discuss!


...I'm at the table like the Godfather, smoking a dutch
I'mma let the world know what time it is
Life on earth is just a death sentence

One little thing just leads to the next thing...

[Hook 1]

I got some records, custom samples, made 'em mine
I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines
I dropped a tape, I did a show, I got some shine

Never made a lot of money; that's fine

I got some records, custom samples, made 'em mine

I wrote some raps, I had a couple fire lines
A couple labels asked me if I want to sign
But rapping ain't my grind, I just used to like to rhyme


[Verse 1]
I used to like to rhyme when it was other peoples lyrics

Spitting Raekwon bars to the mirror just to hear if
It sounded the same, dreams of insurmountable fame
Invaluable change, spit so much I drowned before the drought ever came

And that's the %#@! that never leaves you
Every line you rhyme leaves facts and cats that teach you
See through, right around the time of players regroup

Started making beats too
Never tried to please you
Numerous influences, but that was only clowning dog

[?] me pursuing, it was nothing I was counting on
Seemmed too far to go the distance, pitching from the mound I'm on
Lift off, doubted on, thought the map was routed wrong

Since this was the tag along, hit me like an atom bomb
So I give it up to those who let us have a job
All you rappers stacks as long as me the same sad song

Crystal sessions, Smith and Wesson, west half of the word is marathon

[Hook 2]

Art is imitation
Creation is forever
Innovation is spontaneous

Never
A lot of rappers put they work in so you could be clever
Everything is everything is everything is everything, ever


The blues weren't born in a bunker
Nothing can be born until you know how to hump her

Im still married to America, most you rappers dump it
But you too blind, vacant, to see the spell they got you under


[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I used to like to rhyme when it was all about linguistics
When Big L verses was like decoding hieroglyphics
Back when my mission was still in composition books

Working how I spit the hook and how my mic position look
Adolescent crook, lost up in the maze
Breaking beverly, rapping in my book was a phase that weighed heavily

Rearranging bars and then they properly placed
Whole pages scribbled black from all the sloppy mistakes
Made a promise that I'd go and split a guap for my ace

If I ever made a mill' for merely rocking the place

I used to like to rhyme when there was never any pressure

When your own bars was stone cold, beat you on the stretcher
It wasn't business it was pleasure
I heard God through a boombox lampin' on my dresser

Hip-Hop, the most progressive music in the bunch
Written tracks from '05 on a flat back, lunch
'Cus we move ahead every 30 seconds

So hows it been 40 years and all we $#&@ing rap about is weapons?

[Hook 1]


[Hook 2]

[Outro]
("Birds upon the railroad then laid in the lonesome grave")