[Chorus]:
A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville
0-28-60, new this was real
Do what you feel, say what you like
(Like, "Son I'm not feelin' it.")
Heeey, but I'm tight
[Verse One]:
Slave when I write though, the pen is a master
Come to test I, get mashed up (mash it up)
None the less fly as NASA
I blast off out of this world
Hats off if your style is this thorough
I had a plan since
I was a youngin' to satisfy the hunger
That's been the plan since (and since)
I talk a lot of ? it's only right I show 'em that ain't all I can do
Rappers come and go like Karl Kani and Fubu
But the best kept secret is here
Kid I'm hard to find on Google
[Chorus]:
A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville
0-28-60, new this was real
Do what you feel, say what you like
(Like he don't do that G sh**)
Hey, that's aiight
[Verse Two]:
You talk funny like it's one night stand from Def Jam
Get a cast for your one mic hand
I saw them thangs on warin' lanes
Till my years on Linden Ave, sippin' Genuine Draft
Not a number one genuine draft
Bic sharpen up them sk**s just to get in that a** quick
(That's a pause though)
I floss dough, now-a-days I keep the car slow
For lost souls tryin' to find it at the crossroads
I love music and I'm doin' it for y'all so
Keep them red scanners aimin' at my bar code
Know what I'm sayin'?
It's just me man
[Chorus]:
A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville
0-28-60, knew this was real
Do what you feel
(Do what you wanna do)
Say what ya like
(Can't happen for you if you playin' with the mic)
sh**
(Wait when I write from the day to the night)
Shift, can't fly out like this
[Verse Three]:
A Bad Boy though like Ma$e was in '9-6
Try to swagger jack, can't cause he's priceless
I is the definition of what nice is (that's me)
Times ten to whoever try to bite this (that's you)
Like this a b**h, that I tap everyday that I'm in this b**h we call "the world"
This for the real cats, some are just pretendin'
A great one for years, eight ones I have been him
To the finish line runnin' like a Kenyan
(Yo this sh** is crazy)
Everyone has their opinion but
I ain't tryin' to be another rapper endin' up
Pulse shift, befo' that I'd rather give it up
[Chorus]:
A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville
0-28-60, knew this was real
Do what you feel, say what ya like
(Say whatcha like)
Like this sh** is...