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"Presenting"
[Verse One]
I didn't wear a Thriller jacket or the parachute pants
No doe for Jordan's or checker board Vans
All I had was a pen that penetrated paper
Giving it the best I got, word to Anita Baker
First records in a vault with my own cash
Run-DMC on wax in the straight cast
Played 'em back to back night and day
Rocked this town and Jam Master Jay
I was a kid
Me and my moms
7th grade I was afraid of going blind and hairy palms
Ain't nothing wrong had the s** thing handled
Locked the door to watch the girls on the Spanish channel
Anyway
Mom busted her a**, overworked, under paid
Single mother putting food on my plate, shoes on my feet
All you need in life is love to make it complete
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It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful world
[Verse Two]
Remember Beat Street?
I was Lee on my kitchen floor
Indiana Jones under the garage door
Imagination and little kid drama
I'm playing on the monkey bars, practicing Jim Carter
I'm from the South Bay like silicone chips and mega bits
Kids that were rich clowned my outfits
The little f**ers didn't treat me like a person
They had the real Polo, I had the Mervin's version
Had a crush on Tiffany Stamp
She was saving herself for the guy from Duran Duran
No way she'd like a hip hopper
I liked the Fat Boys, I wasn't feeling Cindy Lauper
All the years I got clowned, I got harder
Got smarter
My tongue got a little sharper
Difficulties in life made me stronger
Book of five rings, earth, wind, fire, nothing, water
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[Verse Three]
High school came
New game altogether
Drinking beer and shop lifting at the shopping center
Roll around blasting License To Ill
Rhyme Pays, Long Live The Kane or You Gots To Chill
Thinking back I should've
But I lost control
Breaking into stores, selling sh** I stole
Same time Bush is bombing Saddam
I was making doe selling hot Louie Vuitton
Arrested at school on lunch break
Thrown in jail, 18 years old and didn't graduate
Had to reevaluate my life philosophy
There's gotta be a better way than this so I started building
Foundations of an empire
Consists only of my dreams and respects speakers and mic wire
I aspire greatness and creativity
Longevity in this industry by staying hungry
It ain't the money
I know all that glitters ain't gold
Currency is temporary
And anything I hold in life can be taken from me
Immortality is achieved when my rhymes hit your memory
So in a century kids will mention me
When they study the styles and the files of the ill MC's
With lyrics and words that lift your spirit
Good life is calling your name, open your mind and hear it
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"It's"