Woo! Geah, geah (Young), geah
Uhh, turn the music up, turn the lights down
I`m in my zone
[Chorus]
Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty - the world`ll feel my truths
All through my +Hard Knock Lifetime+, +A Gift and a Curse+
I gave you +Volume+ after +Volume+ of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the +Dynasty+ by bein one of the realist niggaz out
Way beyond the +Reasonable Doubt+ - y`all can`t fill my shoes
From my +Blueprint+ beginnin to that +Black Album+ endin
Listen close you`ll hear what I`m about
Nigga, feel my truths
[Verse One]
Pop died, didn`t cry, didn`t know him that well
Between him doin heroin and me doin crack sales
With that in the eggshell, standin at the tabernacle
Rather the church, pretendin to be hurt, wouldn`t work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn, that man`s face is just like my face
So pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through
It wasn`t all your fault, homey you got caught
Into the same game I fought, that Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I`m just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other
Save a place in heaven `til the next time we meet forever!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Music business hate me cause the industry ain`t make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin
I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars
They criticized me for it yet they all yell HOLLA!
If skills sold, truth be told, I`d probably be
lyrically, Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
But I did five mill` - I ain`t been rhymin like Common since
When your cents got that much in common
And you been hustlin since, your inception
Fuck perception go with what makes sense
Since I know what I`m up against
We as rappers must decide what`s most impor-tant
And I can`t help the poor if I`m one of them
So I got rich and gave back, to me that`s the win/win
So next time you see the homey and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin just like them...
... rims, that is
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
My homey Sig` was on a tear where no tears should fall
Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
`Til we all got triangles on our wall
Ain`t just rappin for the plat-i-num, y`all record
I recall, cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago prepared the flow
Prepared for war, I should fear no man
You don`t hear me though
These words ain`t just `pared to go
In one ear, out the other ear, no! Yo
My balls and my word is alls I have
Whatchu gon` do to me nigga, scars or scab?
Whatchu gon` box me homey? I can dodge a jab
Three shots couldn`t touch me, thank God for dat
I`m strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga holla back
[Chorus]
