[Hook] x 2 I've seen some souls be friendly I've seen some feet get loose I've had some people in my life who know just what it do I try to look for goodness even when I see bad
[Verse 1] '98 when I made my first beat take I was trippin', I was thinking I can be great Four track Tascam in my brief case Back when I copped my Jordans outta east bay I was just 15 with some big dreams Big shoes, big heart, no big screen Big talls, big balls, no fig leaves Double-X-L well before I spit a 16 I was trippin' I was waiting for the right time I was trippin' I was looking for the right place I was trippin' I was searching for the right words Took a wrong turn and now my head is in the right space I was trippin' I was taking all the wrong pills I was trippin' I was righting all the wrong wrongs I was trippin' I was writing all the right songs Looking for a miracle, you're fucking with the right one
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[Verse 2] I guess it started with a big bang, like a gun shot When the fall came, and we all stop Never school for the fools when the sun drops We were having mad fun running from the young cops I was on that low brow thinking too much Cynicism hit me early like the cold crush Did the knowledge into college then I froze up Realise I 'ain't even working on my post up Had a good shot though, with a big chip But my shoulders would be holding till the dope shit I was thinking 'bout rhymes, I was dreaming 'bout beats I was biding my time, I was sowing these seeds I was too cold no know that I 'ain't old enough Too grown to know that I 'ain't growing up Two Tones was home so just throw it up Black Paisley is back so just pour it up
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[Verse 3] I am that Two Tone Rebel, Paisley stain I got some skin so thick I was made for pain Never change my name just check my veins All the Wallace brave hearts, I'm the next to reign I'm E-Dubble, powers combine when we troubled I still lose grip and shit I still fumble Always get it back even when I'm off track Cause I'm never off beat and I'm never on whack God damn, how the fuck they let me get it I just showed up with a couple records looking to spin it Lookin' to win, my cup been filled with a gin Got the juice now too still sick with a pen And sick with the keys, and sick with my PC My beats be off the meat rack fo' sheezy You see he love the early Arctic Can't see me Two Tone Rebel and trust you still need me
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