(Chorus)
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status, and before I had a major
You could find Billy C., listening to hip-hop
HIP HOP
(v1)
The soundtrack to my life, rhythm to my heartbeat
Mic in my hand where the gods and the stars meet
Are we / there yet no but we ain't far see
Astoria to Marcy, BX, Canarsie
My bars be charging your credit cards, I'm costly
Northern Boulevard, traffic guards couldn't cross me
Offbeat, but I'm always on track
Anything can happen, but it's how you react
That defines you, every line I rhyme should remind
You are bigger then yourself and in time you will shine through
So look in the mirror at what you are seeing
Is the person that you are, ain't the person you are being?
But I leave it all to you with the hope you are dreaming
Of a better way to live a life worth leading
When it's my time I will go
And they won't have to ask they'll already know I went
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(v2)
Because to me this is the art of war
And I'm a carnivore, cutting up a carca** on a carving board
My pen, a sharpened sword, more than you had bargained for
Hard at work, stacking racks like a department store
Press my feelings through the letters of a keyboard
They keep asking, why you punching me for?
No rewards for detours, these rappers want free scores
And credit, when they as simple as an E chord
On a guitar, now watch me wear them out
Tearing it up, breaking it down, homie be think I'm clowning around
Backing it up with the sound, slapping you silly with syllables
Riddle your body with lyrical rounds, POW! OH! look at me now, WOW!
Thought we told you not to open your mouth
Why should I quit, my feet have yet to touch ground
I'm packing out the seats, while you're sitting in the crowd
As I'm reaching for the stars, you stay sleeping on the clouds
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