[O.C.] Uhh Yo turn the beat up a little I'ma stand back from the mic a little bit Yo.. Life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap Over federal cell, growin up a young black male My decisions were my own, I'm blessed, and I get fed from a silver spoon It mighta spoiled my goals My debut it came straight from the soul To tell it how I see it no blinder over my control Could have easily adapted to trends, chasin them ends which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end Album number two "Jewelz" garnered me praise It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned Now die-hards checkin for me, showin me love when I'm out and about, cars pass, shoutin me out Things get to clickin with vinyl and CD Start movin, change is loomin, time consumin huh? With a slight edge in popularity comes with a taste of power that can fuck up your head Moved on to my third LP, "Bon Appetit" was a miss Failure - that was the talk of the streets I took it as a slap in the face Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space Always been a anti-nigga, 'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter I made "Starchild" and "Smoke & Mirrors" Now look at the games, the same bunch of weirdos Without sayin names, the weak you accept as your hero Take away the music, listen to my acapellas My shit is art with textures depth and colors in it Love and pain combined with real feelings Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit When it's my time from this world to move on An angellic voice will be heard singin this very song
"Fantastic, piece of architecture" {*2X*}Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
