[Verse 1]
Pleasing the public is the hardest
They decide whether you become a god or a target
I keep those doubts out and then start to harken
To the things that got my deep love for hip-hop started
Bumping The LOX on the Walkman
Riding on the RTA to search the city for a booth
Don't wanna be known for fabrications of the truth
Just lyrical wizardry like Timothy and Wasalu
Edan and Parker
The great hip-hop authors
I stay away from those fake rap kickstarters
No time for martyrs
In this world there's too many to slaughter
So I say why even bother?
Too focused with my life to worry about another's
Give doubters consecutive flat-lines like Suther
So damn paranoid peeking out the shutters
Waiting for the day that I get the bread like cupboards
If you're not a lover then I have to uppercut ya
Cause you're just another busta
With Whiteheads like Bertrand Russell
Don't even try to look for cover
My bombs will rip open every shelter and cave in every tunnel
Now you're stuck between a hard place and homelessness
Feeling nothing but hopelessness
[Verse 2]
Don't care much for fame rap for the hell of it
Really want this chick the way she speaks is so eloquent
In love with her elegance
As well as her innocence
And she stays headstrong through all the world's detriments
Bolder than a terrorist
Banging from the streets to the terraces
Stuck in a room with my many elephants
But as for flaws
I outline them in chalk
Was never one to throw salt
At a person trying to waltz
The only thing that changes about me is the day of the week that I'm living in
Y'all need a sentencing
Cause you bums is straight busting it
Think you protected you still get scorched like torched oven mitts
It's a dream it's a dream
How I kept my cool even through the grimy scenes
Heads cracked open and friends not as they seem
Such things to witness before you hit eighteen
That's what I deserve for keeping my mind clean
Goodnight this is Kris James live from New Orleans