The nephew of a jazz singer
Started as a roadie
Performing at colleges with the homies
I had done a lot
Not the household name
Rocked it
At the Bahamas
Out to small town Maine
I don't pay to play
Invest nothing in what a hater say
State to state
Remain humble
No debate I'm great
Promoting self
And packets of game I gave away
The road to wealth
Through the struggle
That was today
Case or not
Organized the Middle East Mic Fest
Show trading was the beginning of the mindset
Make it happen
Cats in Manhattan
Cable TV in Charlotte
I been rapping, yeah
Since the end of Starter jackets
I-80 94 Chi-town traffic
Isolated
Live from the Appalachians
Elevated
Making sure my town matters
I booked trips
Took trips
East coast, west coast and in between
Mic fiend
At will
Left fresh prints
Going beast mode on hype scenes
Mean hold with the mic gripped
Reach through
Deep shows
Enclosed like a screen door
Still shine like a sheen glow
As an opener
That's the type of thing that means more
Make a mark among these folks
Team goals
Give the world heat and end it like a heat stroke
Rock peeps all in N.O.
Baton Rouge, Nashville
Underground is who I speak for
L.A. out to NY
Little Rock, plus non-stop in the M-town
Ohio and Jack-town
And I thank God for these many spots that I been round
Hip hop
I done been around the world
So many places
So many faces
It used to be fun to galavant like an aristocrat
I miss my girls
This road life is so basic
From 24/7 in East Boogie
Blueberry Hill, U-City
To Chi-town, Subterrainian
To Apache Cafe and MJQ , ATL
To Hi-Tone, way down in Memphis
Just to name a few
In Ireland at Blue
I rocked a whole lot of raucous college campuses too
But the spots I miss the most was on the east and west coast
Las Palmas and Los Globos
In the Bronx it's SNK Second Generation
For everywhere that I've been and every future destination
When I was cutting my teeth
Rocking the globe with this midwest soul
Passport punches on swole
I suppose, if you know, you know
