(A Capella)
I don't need a beat
Cause till the day I rest in peace
They gone hear every word I speak
And know that talk was NEVER cheap
Ask Malcolm X and Dr. King, ask those whipped in slavery
Pac, and people on the street, who say they never saw a thing
When cops asked them what they see, they say it ain't affecting me
These k**ers walking round with guns that's taking babies in they sleep
If you ever had a dream, say LEX did this for me
Cause I'm checking these checkered cheaters, till they decline and all decrease
By any means, we're getting things, they disguise and say are free
You're winning green, and filling jeans, then go buy some j**elry
Nah, I'm here to educate and delegate, but I'm not perfect or over y'all
The world has already proven to me I was born an underdog
(Verse 1)
I'm from Milwaukee, where people are kamikazes
And to take you out the sky, they'll sacrifice their own body
A girl shot the other day during a liquor store robbing
I'm tired of violence, and sirens, faceless convicts, and the crying
I've been, tryin' to live like, tomorrow isn't promised
Cause tomorrow isn't promised, nothing's timeless, but my albums
Praying for the day that I can sit beside the brother Malcolm
And ask him after all he's done, is he proud of the outcome
I'm about to do something Hip-Hop never sees
Outside of rapping clean, while doing it naturally
Not because it was asked of me, simply because I'm actually
The person I portray, everyday, and giving facts not fantasies
Your, metaphors are cool, but they're bars with no feeling
And the shots that you're sending, leave marks and scars but won't k** me
You're no Pac and no Biggie, the sky's a limit with no ending
If Hip-Hop will die without me, when I leave it's going with me
(Chorus 2x)
It's my year (4x)
It's mine
I can do anything
I can be anything
I can go anywhere
And not stopped by anybody
(Verse 2)
Put me in the conversation of greatness, the radio stations rotation
Make it sound more like Sarah Palin, debatin', about the nation
Face it, not a diss to republicans, or the government
Just feel our Hip-Hop needs a more colorful person runnin' it
I'm, back to writing about a soulmate that I've never met
Document feelings that I really wish that I'd forget
Mixing tears with my ink, as I'm getting my pages wet
Pouring out all the words that are rambling inside my head
Metaphors and similes make everything sound pretty
So I hide my pain inside my art and hope everyone hear me
Writing shows my reflection when I feel, people don't notice me
If you want to see the real me, look deep inside my poetry
They say they ballin' but not getting Bucks my dear
Last Christmas, I made a wish, I'd stop living my life scared
I'm so gifted, bow and ribbon, grand prize here
No lying to me, or postponing my dreams, if I have to scream, they'll know
(Chorus 2x)
(Ending 2x)
I'mma get it all (7x)
I speak for the underdogs
(Chorus 2x)