[Verse 1 Animos] Its been a long day Sometimes it feels like my whole life I been goin the wrong way And at this rate, well never get our songs played I guess we knew something was wrong with this game Since the day we came thru we stayed true to our craft And vowed to never ever compromise our art So I guess we were destined to fail from the start We did it our way, it aint no walk in the park [Impromptu] They cant take that away from us We always stayed honest Pushed limits independent, what more you want from us? When we came in the game we made ourselves a promise Wouldnt change for the fame or the label offers Aint livin the high life but Im makin the most Got plans to live on the coast with a house and a boat So Every line is defined we dont rhyme for nothing Youll never catch up, 100 styles n runnin [Verse 2 Animos] These are scriptures written in blood for visionary thugs I got the mind of a genius and the spirit of Pac Politically Im not a leader Theoretically Im not a teacher But artistically I try to reach ya To each his own, yo thats my motto I live for today but keep one eye on tomorrow Time is borrowed, so find your own to path to follow Life is like a jagged little pill thats hard to swallow For too many years now I been livin and breathin Shittin and eatin Sweatin and bleedin Rap is the reason These lyrics and beats and These critics and beef Dont get it, we been livin the dream, its no secret Fame and fortune, I could take it or leave it I been turnin these bottom feeders into believers MCs chase fame, they a dime a dozen I came into this game 100 styles and runnin [Verse 3 Impromptu] What is life? What is pain? Why do we die? Dont cry Why are my tears so damn dry? Why every time that I spread my wings I fear flight? I dont fear death I fear life The path that I chose, the laughs from my foes I block it out With a mic and a beat I lock it down These are thoughts of the mind transferred to a pen Down onto this paper and Im ready to win Any time, any place, any rapper can get it I paid my dues in this game, you can check my credits While youre stuck on the fence Ill be bucking the trends Cause something again comes back when Im clutchin a pen My soul bleed over every track So when my pen hit the pad Im ahead of the pack MCs lack skill, they a dime a dozen Man Im so damn real, 100 styles and runnin
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