Uhh

Yo turn the beat up a little

I'mma stand back from the mic a little bit

Yo

Life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that

Enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat

Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap

Over federal cell, growing up a young black male

My decisions were my own

I'm blessed, ta not get fed from a silver spoon

It mighta spoiled my goals

My debut it came straight from the soul

To tell it how I see it and not blind'em wit mind control

Could have easily adapted to trends, chasing them ends

Which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end

Album number two "Jewelz" garnered me praise

It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned

Now die-hards checking for me, showing me love

When I'm out and about, cars pass, shouting me out

Things get to clicking with vinyl and CD

Start moving, change is looming, time consuming huh?

With a slight edge in popularity

Comes with a taste of power that can f**k up your head

Moved on to my third LP, "Bon Appetit" was a miss

Failure - that was the talk of the streets

I took it as a slap in the face

Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space

Always been a anti-nigga, 'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter

I made "Starchild" and "Smoke & Mirrors"

Now look at the games, the same bunch of weirdos

Without sayin names, the weak you accept as your hero

Take away the music, listen to my acapellas

My s**t is art with textures depth and colors in it

Love and pain combined with real feelings

Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit

When it's my time from this world to move on

An angelic voice will be heard singing this very song

Fan-tas-tic

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Fan-tas-tic

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