Random - Joyful Noise lyrics

[Random] Uhh, uhh Geah, geah, uh Yo You was there when I lost Uncle Bobby I needed a hobby, nobody beside me To guide me or probably provide me, with an out So I spit it out, just can't figure out It's Godly, gotta be, how I do it properly Big Ben with ink pens, swat at every shot at me Possibly my lifeline, I write rhymes That might find they place next to icons Let your light shine, I was told quite a while ago Now the boy can remember like the Alamo Nine-three a team with big dreams That hit scenes and shared the wealth like a split screen Now it seems, things is quite different Cats make mills that don't even like spendin I bring the truth like goggles with night vision Bring it to the heavens, somebody might listen But hey Y'knahmsayin? There's been times in my life where Hip-hop has literally saved my life where I was caught up in situations that My boys had got caught up in But because I was in the crib Writin rhymes or listenin to beats I was able to get out of that situation So I owe hip-hop Aiyyo - how you gon' say that Ra ain't sick? True talent ain't measured by MySpace hits I know God gave gifts, he gave me some nice mitts To get a tight grip and I ain't slipped Still yet, holdin on like Dawn without the other chicks (HOLD ON!) Provin intelligence ain't quite irrelevant Shows in different +Area Codes+ is +Ludacris+ (I, got, jokes) When I was doin this, didn't know what to do with this Couple seconds away from sayin I'm through with this (yes) Despite my despair, I made intuitive Raps, the most expressive form of art But thanks to creative it's thrown apart But hip-hop's in YOU as a matter of fact So hip-hop ain't dead 'til you flat on your back, yo Rappers gettin got left and right So while I'm here I'ma bless the mic Sho' you right I like talkin to my homies And, and they always tryin to tell me they like "Yo man, you you made it man" I be like "I ain't make nothin yet man" Cats be like "Yo when you gon' get signed man?" And I'm like "Is that really the ultimate goal? To put your music into somebody else's hands?" The websites say underrated, views say overlooked Labels say it's raw, streets say overcooked (yeah) They tellin me I got that Kanye sound So I'ma "Touch the Sky" 'fore it "All Falls Down" Until "Jesus Walks" on Earth, I'ma hold down my turf When worst come to worst, every verse that I burst Put a G up in the purse, fell down but I ain't hurt, pluck the dirt off shirt (c'mon) Put in work like a temp agency From A to Z and you ain't changin me (nah) Cause no rap cat is the same as me Cause they ain't got as much love for the game as me And my boys say that I made it, I ain't even on the doorstep I think the greatest rapper ain't even been born yet So the best is yet to come And my journey to the top has just begun Yeah, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-HAH~!