Yeah It's Elmatic Yo

Yo let me start you from the genesis far from where the finish is

No role models just empty bottles of Guiness's

Roaches in the ashtray tossin gettin fast cash

The ski mask way from those who never passed class

Born the side of poverty probably they stacked granite

Crackheads never looked alive to me

Robberies and liquor stores tricks and whores

Reality but sick as yours so I blow trees stronger than sycamores

Now wait let me get back to my past as I rewind mine

Before I got on the 1-9-9-9

Mother gave birth to this divine mind

Born with his arm leg leg arm head like a Quran line

No paternity but as I'm thirty three I learned to be strong

Pops moved along but he never returned to me

Thought I feel anger from what eternity I bottled my feelings inside

Where pride is never swallowed followed my killers they ride

Pride off of Indo bussin up cartridges to your window

Different from the one from my Nintendo

That lined should have been my intro 'cause when I started rappin

Lookin up the younger with they art of trappin

Start cappin fly wheels thick chicks in high heels tellin me my skills is sick

I was only eight slowly fate took it's turn my world cripples urns

Money and drugs sell It Ain't Hard To Tell

Check I went to Peck Elementary less than Jacodi

To graduate I had to take a semester with homies

Too busy writin none of my time went into my assignments

Dot of line as my rhyme gets maneuvers like the hymlick

Used to ditch class with pitch as

Picture me alot shorter my vocals pitch sounds like it switched fast

Young and rebellious hangin with failures who held us 107900,-267)

The elders they see me saggin that's where my belts is

That's 'round the same time my mother was ill

Collect the mental scares waitin for the others to heal

No insorted vision everyone's beyond blind

Can't think about findin the meanin of life when tryin to define mine

I won't pretend it's cool what's wet behind the ears

So I had to jump in this pool graduate and finish school

Niggas was mad that I owned a diploma

They was just sleepin they should have slept 'til they dome's in a coma

I'm a beg shorty who ran through the land of Berry Gordy

Where the buddha man may blew a grand the K40

That ain't rich at all but hell I wasn't born with a silver spoon

Just a wooden one I put on my kitchen wall

Now I rock shows from Cali Grove down to Wichita

Feelin like I grew ten feet a couple inches tall

Just thinkin back we was to doubt about my feud sunny

Now it seems too funny 'cause even new money is counted out

Nobody believe only ones was J Barrber JB Groove

Money investments everyday recoup

You thought I failed

It Ain't Hard To Tell