I’m just a normal guy, with things to do before I die Don’t always know the how or the why Saw that I seemed to have a mind in doubt So now I do what I can before my time is out I’ve gotta do whatever helps my name If I sleep on opportunities I’ve only got myself to blame I felt for healthy change, left everybody else the same All hell bent on the wealth and fame
I’ve always- seen things through different eyes This kid got wise, refused to be stigmatised If only you knew, you might get a big surprise By the amount of people still getting gigs from lies Of various kinds, these are precarious times So I gather my thoughts, starting to prepare them as rhymes So I can stay aware of the signs that confront me ‘Cos if it ain’t real I neither care or have time, to put it bluntly. I’m just getting across my POV Speaking from the heart and representing me only That’s the main thing I try to get through with speech Get everything out in the open like a nudist beach More than just what I might do this week; whatever’s true Clever, new, unique – and setting fools on a losing streak I’m hoping you notice, I need you to study this That’s my main AIM, not a screen name on buddy lists But every now and then I get it wrong – though my head is strong I’d rather we get along than to get it on There’s so many MCs people love to hate So I try my hardest not to punch above my weight My only intent is to sublimate – not to be the topic of forum drama Or a pub debate But if I have been let me scrub the slate These Rooftop Sessions – Dub FX, it’s time to put that dub to plate.
What it comes down to, is I’m just another junglist kid That basically had a dream And over time what I’ve found true is I’d rather have my voice in your ear Than my face in a magazine – publicity ain’t really me Though I can flow superb if the time’s right I really reckon I’m allergic to limelight Some believe it’s wrong – but I only feel the heat is on When the beat is gone And the music stops – Boss, please don’t compare me to other MCs ‘Cos most of them dudes is lost I’m well aware what involvement in this music costs And how a little underground heat can soon be frost – gosh! Some people think it’s all showbiz I tell ’em I’m 32 and still I’ve got no mortgage and no kids And some weekends I’ll do no gigs I wish you’d seen the looks that I’ve gotten, ‘cos they really think that I’m so BIG Read my rider and you’ll think What is this raas?! Where’s all the champagne, the five stars, the business class?! All of that would just get dismissed fast; if you don’t believe me My request is to kiss this arse I spit this harsh ‘cos you don’t know the depth of the scheme How I repped for my team when I stepped on the scene See, my life’s nothing like what you expect So get your specs checked if you think this lifestyle is ‘jet set’ And yet, all I do is fret – what’s my next step? I’m stressed, working up a sweat, looking desperate Okay, that’s not true but I’m still concerned I’ve made progress but I’ve got a lot of skills to learn Like how to sing a subtle melody about my inner struggle Internal conflicts that still get me in a muddle Limited only by the force of my will I’m slowly learning how to tap into the source of my skill.
I’m only human, slowly finding my way Reminded each day of reasons for the lines that I say I’m only human, someone who makes mistakes I’ve had my fair share of mishaps and great escapes I’m only human, tryna provide the stuff that you need I’m not a machine, I promise if you cut me I’ll bleed So stop assuming you get less than high quality That’s got me fuming, and not someone that I wanna be.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
