Ear to The Beat - So Clear lyrics

[Verse 1:D.A. The Future] In these streets starving dreaming about neiman marcus/ Reminiscing about when I just wanted to be the hardest/ My role model pica**o I just wanna be a artist/ Painting my vision so you know my brush game retarded/ Graduated from the school of hard knocks but these hoes say a n***a so smart I shoulda gone to Harvard/ Sorry scholar ain't no knowledge in your college/ For a rapper who's only concern is Dollaz and Prada/ Hakuna Matata no worried no care/ I lost my mind in these streets and they hurried in there/ To the golden gates I'm ridin this chariot there/ This underground rout we Rollin w/ Harriet there/ That's too rich for these n***as so strong for these hoes/ Can't shot it so they sip it slow but they feelin it tho/ I let my head back and let my eyes close/ Let my head back in my headphones/ Lights out head phones on/ I close my eyes and now I can see it all/ Everything I see is everything I hear/ Seeing w/ my eyes music to my ears/ And it's all so clear It's all so clear [Verse 2: D.A. THe Future] Lookin at her while she lookin at the city sky/ Hopin I save her from the days of barley getting by/ She said she'll roll it but its rare you catch her gettin high/ Music to my ears I swear that p**y sings a lullaby/ And it's all so clear/ I see it all so clear/ Flow Edgar Allan Poe yea these hoes say its obserd/ How I close my eyes and see a movie out of spoken word/ & now the soundtrack is gun claps & tires screeching/ Lil kids screaming round here it ain't no humming birds/ But you can heard them bullets hum if you ain't runnin 1st/ Man down you could see his body hit the curb/ Ever clear this the strongest sh** you'll ever hear/ Make the song cry when I rhyme Never shed a tear/ Ain't too in to sports and that's cuz I ain't never care/ Them boys made it out I'm still in here playing musical chairs/ Skip these seats to a beat pray my spot is secure/ Flow sick as cancer and they never finding a cure/ Blue magic spitting n***a you'll never find it as pure/ Naked truth in rhyme but the well dressed lies for her/ All rise but only god can judge me/ You might move a crowd or two but none of y'all can budge me/ I seem the hardest of the hardest ever turned to lunch meat/ Hustler of his cla** graduated to a junkie/ From reality lane where that real sh** is all I see/ Them boys on the corner of that fraud way & front street/ Open up a million doors all I need is one key/ But that one key could cost you your heart beat/ Then it's