[Rite Hook] what up Peter Parker, DJ Dow Jones, this is the Free Trade Agreement, I aint wastin no time, leedz [Verse 1] So many kids, I done had enough, so many fuckin little pussies rappin but never had it tough Daddy sat em up, in the front row of anger management in 04 Thats when you decide to make a career out of this huh Its kinda funny yo Im young in this game but know the fuckin road is comin slow It sucks, you gotta face it cause I dont want to be that old dude hatin on the younger generations Im moving with the times, stayin relevant, so if that means I gotta dumb down the rhymes I guess I gotta do it sometimes Just for the hell of it, that shit was intelligent, speakin to myself, my bad, you dont get it kid I feel like Im talkin to myself like M said, but I thought it before he made a song about it for 10 years Ahead of my time n thats for sure, only cause I was taught by the best of em tellin me whats raw [?] Outkast and Slick Rick were killin shit and talked through my speakers, I took it as a student and saw the teachins Cant forget Nas and J, I could go all day but this blunt got me zonin and ramblin away So much animosity but I handle the never ending hate like its love and hes likin it, fight with you punks [?] and they all know my history, impeccably nicer that yall A definite win, enough of me [] when they supposedly spit A vast black hole of rehashed assholes, Im from the wrong side of things and see past that joke Things are changin, they have been since day one, you just acknowledge it, easier with age and amazed em with every chance you get patience is something that should dislayed like a blazing gun, fear it but take it as it comes, face it but wait for snakes to run, aint it funny how things relate when youre making jems n all these lyrics came to me once I heard the beat The instrumental to my life, its like a murder scene The theme music for the walk home, after you witness someone you love gettin hurt when you talk to em The realization that its your fault, acceptin it, like the death of a relative, lettin go of it Hope you feel that too, the key the song is played in, the man of many faces, jottin the pages Swayin on top of it, lost in the matrix [?] thats why I drink a bottle every night and talk the basics Keepin us grounded together, lay the foundation down first and we can drown em forever Makin others seem like they underwater and bothered, makin all my dreams possible, when all of you wanna Thought I made it clear, coulda sworn god gave you ears, use em what theyre made for, if not then what you doin aint sayin shit Im made for this and thats a motha fuckin given, brought up in a city of shitty kids taught to be criminals, Boston, cant forget Worcester, the whole state of Mass is in a state of chaos, Im watchin it crumble often But the heart and soul in us is on like [?] lets open it up Show em what its here for, raw talent is there in rare form, Im at the front of the march with a real gun While you kids are playin with the nerf shit, since when was it cool to be a nerd in the verse shit Im laughin while Im thinkin about it but its a serious matter so all I can do is bring it out [Verse ] Exposin you, dont you know how to follow a crowd, I suppose you do, suckas draw when Im around like Im aimin true, expose em like a photo shoot, I always wonder what happened to the truth, close my eyes and roll the dice So far life hasnt given much at least you got you mind still so you focus right, I guess thats how its goin down
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