DJ Premier - Make It Clear lyrics

[Verse 1] I'd rather face the sky in the Caymans Than face indictments of heavy when taking lightly ain't the way I take my rhyming Maybe it's fate that drives me Greatness I seek may never be achieved til the day that I cease I think of my peeps either in the grave or the pen Or on the block pushing that rock like Payton to Kemp I gave you a glimpse of the way we exist my book of life So full of anguish pages I skip I write with a radiant wrist The nights is the way that I spit so much crack I gave you a brick And expected you'd question the weight of my sh** It's so real you smell the stench of elevators with piss in Feel the palm sweat from pumping all day on the bench I see fake n***as embrace men they say the resent They hear the door hit the floor I'm straight off the hinges Food for thought a lot of n***as ate off my strength Now they thirst my deep dishes (deep dishes) keep wishes Sleep isn't a trait of street n***as live off strength Yet a strong case could break a weak n***a See it's different when facing adversity my verses And deep lyrics became realer from gained wisdom [Hook - DJ Premier (scratching)] I'm here to play the hand that I'm dealt I suggest you do the same these words are heart felt I lay it our clear ya n***as better use it All eyes on us and we keeping it live x2 [Verse 2] Born and raised where real n***as are legendary Some are present others in state pens and cemeteries n***as be struggling so hustling is necessary Unless you got a mean jump shot I seen n***as nice at ball pump rock and not get drafted in the NBA They laying up in a casket Every rhyme I say is cla**ic Like episodes of Sanford and Son At my man crib where we had the stash hid Right next to the gat with the red light Feds might be listening hoping that my sh** ain't air tight yeah right I'mma shine I'm the street personified n***as ain't built to see the ill grief and homicide Real recognize real fake can't relate to how I feel I could say names but I'mma chill yo we dreamed to beat poverty When Benny Blanko pop Carlito I shot the screen I've got to be one of the realest n***as I talk it cause I lived it from the kitchen With the raw to the courtroom sentence to the dorm holding The horn rocking fila slippers thoughts will never end unless it's what I intended [Hook]