guitar strumming Hip-hop is the life of the up and coming Not by force, by want and choice Persuaded by the beat and the MC voice There are people who
freestyled in my bed When I'm dreamin and then I wake up and write what I just said In my fantasy, and make fantasy reality And even when I'm battling
it We run on endless time to reach a higher cloud But we never ever seem to get near it Turn on the radio Love is proclaimed Again and again and again Join in and
power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and
and this guitar playing (Tell them the truth, the truth) I feel the need to spazz out for a minute [Verse 1:] I'm on this pen and pad prize so I'm far
Chorus] [Second Verse:] One day I learned that I could rap, even rock and roll, R and B, I learned to play with my voice just like Stevie, And I wonder
to me and yet i pushed until it broke i love the open road and all that it suggests wheelwagon dust weeds and infidelities and always swore our
born killer, who slept with the enemy' Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do? I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha) And exploded
half spoken)] When I was young, Mama played a guitar A microphone and she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my talk and
that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all
song was forbidden it couldn't be written As you could see them motherfuckas were bullshittin Many feel the klan would hush em But I snatched the pen and
My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks Come And
We come hot like a gun pop running you jems Can none stop this thing of ours The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
And Beyond --------------------------------------- ??? ??? rock radio into the nineties and beyond into the nineties and beyond into the nineties and
Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar, And if I aint getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car, Tell me who you know this far, Gone, on
the times they are a changin' [ ac.guitar ] Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again And
this money scheme To desecrate the art, and now i gave my heart, and delegate the sparks and admit When the pen hits the paper from despise squairy and
giving the critics help (who do you think I am) and it makes me twist my stomach in half (who do you think I am) ... (who do you think I am) if I never