Verse 1- Its an arcade, gotta pay to play the game
Can't save the game
But if the mark you leave is the most high
That'll display the name
Leaving all this cash on the table
I can wait
Before Beyonce made a Jay, say her name
Me and J-Bake were putting physics on paper
It was taking shape
TDK tapes and cheap recorder
We ain't wait to see if people support us
St. Pete, Florida, was jacking Atlanta Georgia
We wasn't drinking the water
Stranded on a peninsula but there was no perimeter
For what the pen accosts, yea the pen will cost
No pimpin' us
Since the beginning, this how its been
This what I do
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Verse 2- Yea I spit space bars to separate my word from yours
You say the world is yours, my universe is the Lord's
All our perks and awards, its nothin'
Dirt in the eyes of the poor, the suffering
A puff of dust, disguised as more
Kind of disgusting
But there will be dusting and some rediscovering
They saying I ain't shiny enough, or grimy enough
Kinda remind me of a diamond in the rough
I ain't gone act like, my a**ignment isn't tough
And I ain't gone act like I ain't been promised as much
Nobody reach the mountain top without climbing up
Signing up, can't come across it by blind luck
Since I was 9 told stories on a dime
That's why every rhyme is a book
I'm dropping story lines
Multiple floors to explore, because there's more to define
Leading mortals to the divine
This is what I do
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Verse 3- Some just want to fit in so bad, they mimic fads
Until it renders them an ad for the industry
These men in drag, they be tryna speak for women
Effeminate, but won't let a feminist give a speech
Every rapper with 2 chains, be like I'm different
But if there was change, then we would see the difference
Deliverance, all we see is twitter vents
Contradicting predicaments
You know, willing participants pissed about how the system is
Victim-hood is villainous
Once were victimless, we'll see who the villain is
Cruella Deville is real, this isn't a Disney flick
So many Mickeys and Minnies behind a picket fence
And they be like, "yo I don't listen to lyricists"
That's ignorance
Rapping without the gift is like empty boxes on Christmas
Its all about the appearances
But if its all about I
Then I'm here with the irritant
Its what I do
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