[Scratching] Presenting [Verse One] I didnt wear a Thriller jacket or the parachute pants No doe for Jordans or checker board Vans All I had was a pen that penetrated paper Giving it the best I got, word to Anita Baker First records in a vault with my own cash RunDMC on wax in the straight cast Played em back to back night and day Rocked this town and Jam Master Jay I was a kid Me and my moms 7th grade I was afraid of going blind and hairy palms Aint nothing wrong had the sex thing handled Locked the door to watch the girls on the Spanish channel Anyway Mom busted her ass, overworked, under paid Single mother putting food on my plate, shoes on my feet All you need in life is love to make it complete [Hook] x2 Its a wonderful life Its a wonderful world [Verse Two] Remember Beat Street? I was Lee on my kitchen floor Indiana Jones under the garage door Imagination and little kid drama Im playing on the monkey bars, practicing Jim Carter Im from the South Bay like silicone chips and mega bits Kids that were rich clowned my outfits The little fuckers didnt treat me like a person They had the real Polo, I had the Mervins version Had a crush on Tiffany Stamp She was saving herself for the guy from Duran Duran No way shed like a hip hopper I liked the Fat Boys, I wasnt feeling Cindy Lauper All the years I got clowned, I got harder Got smarter My tongue got a little sharper Difficulties in life made me stronger Book of five rings, earth, wind, fire, nothing, water [Hook] [Verse Three] High school came New game altogether Drinking beer and shop lifting at the shopping center Roll around blasting License To Ill Rhyme Pays, Long Live The Kane or You Gots To Chill Thinking back I shouldve But I lost control Breaking into stores, selling shit I stole Same time Bush is bombing Saddam I was making doe selling hot Louie Vuitton Arrested at school on lunch break Thrown in jail, 18 years old and didnt graduate Had to reevaluate my life philosophy Theres gotta be a better way than this so I started building Foundations of an empire Consists only of my dreams and respects speakers and mic wire I aspire greatness and creativity Longevity in this industry by staying hungry It aint the money I know all that glitters aint gold Currency is temporary And anything I hold in life can be taken from me Immortality is achieved when my rhymes hit your memory So in a century kids will mention me When they study the styles and the files of the ill MCs With lyrics and words that lift your spirit Good life is calling your name, open your mind and hear it [Hook] [Scratching] Its
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