Matisyahu - Childhood lyrics

[Intro: Samples] “Yeah boy!” - Sample from Flavor Flav “I know you gonna dig this - Sample from Car Wash (1976) “Pump up the volume - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim's "I Know You Got Soul" (x8) [Verse 1: Kosha Dillz] I was a real hothead out the twin-sized bed Mom woke me up. Melted cheese, egg on Jewish challah bread Sixth grade, getting paid into duels proper Hustled five crackers at my middle school locker Piggybank grow fat like Diddy bankroll [?] and jaws that can't blow Self done changed. Fascinated by the game, I bugged out They raised twenty-five cent prices for my video games Mortal Kombat. Time for no contract Back to the Future—no one told McFly, but where my moms at? [?], face shining Drug-addicted, no label would sign me We grew up three sons. I was the youngest Most talented, dumbest, stuffed my face With garlic peanut hummus. The hardest lesson learned While my varsity sports team that never succeeded [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Kosha Dillz)] My rhymes ain't good? My rhymes misunderstood? (Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that's my childhood (We grew up playing, running bases) Ten years later, I was on the streets, running with baseheads My rhymes ain't good? My rhymes misunderstood? (Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that's my childhood (Always kept my mouth shut), thought I was about bucks (My pops put the house up). He said: [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Scruff-faced for life, enveloped cheap talk out the side of his mouth Due to the [science, god pressed it?] but had the appetite for extra cheese No justice. Just iced and freezing Solidifying steeze at thirty-two degrees Past twenty-five and black? You a funny guy And rap will get you clapped like crack money stacks High in the lab. How can you relate to, uh, soon as this drop, yo I will stop eating tuna fish and tacos, waffles and falafels Is there more in store in the floors and storage? Serial numbers all scratched off the porridge Super-Bowl-smashed your helmet after good hits I'm a ghetto lighter. If I'm losing you, I'll show you hood flicks I could be raking the dough, but I'm leaving where it falls My concentration's on flow and that's war, that's raw Black pain stain my face, drape like tatted tears. I Rough the beat up in revenge of my battle here to see justice [Hook (Overlapped with Matisyahu Adlibs): C-Rayz Walz and (Kosha Dillz)] My rhymes ain't good? My rhymes misunderstood? (Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that's my childhood (We grew up playing, running bases) Ten years later, I was on the streets, running with baseheads My rhymes ain't good? My rhymes misunderstood? (Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that's my childhood (Always kept my mouth shut), thought I was about bucks (My pops put the house up). He said: [Verse 3: Matisyahu] Used to be me in my room with no DJ, eh Just a PA and a pair of JBL speakers In the attic of my parents' house. Not a mouse was heard 1 PM in the afternoon, trying to s** some resin from the pipe before pops gets home Put my lips to the mic when the king got His power from a ground amplifier, no Earplugs and I'd beatbox in the shower for song We reverberation, just trying to make it back from a long vacation Still trying to find my way home, but, all along, I knew I was never alone. No, you're never alone Smoking all that weed'll make a man-a jump sound, stereo We used to mix our Frosted Flakes with Cheerios LSD, Ecstasy, slice through reality Only seventeen, trying to find my queen I never developed a center, so my heart's empty Sleeping in the rain just to feel something Young bucks never think that they'll damage their brain I was roaming through your world, looking for some milk and honey And still am. Some think that life is just funny and some Just stare at the Sun ‘til they can't see me I'll stick to my guns and do what we've always done Whether burned in the oven or lost at sea completely [Hook (Overlapped with Matisyahu Adlibs): C-Rayz Walz and (Kosha Dillz)] My rhymes ain't good? My rhymes misunderstood? (Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that's my childhood (We grew up playing, running bases) Ten years later, I was on the streets, running with baseheads My rhymes ain't good? My rhymes misunderstood? (Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that's my childhood (Always kept my mouth shut), thought I was about bucks (My pops put the house up). He said: [Outro (Overlapped with Matisyahu Adlibs): Matisyahu] Yeah. C-Rayz, Kosher Dillz, Matisyahu. [?]