The Feeling - Rap Game #5 lyrics

Chi-Town to LA New York to the A Miami to Texas It's the USA That's my target market, homie Every face and race The smartest to the hardest Until the day that I'm slain Every hustla, busta, slanger and slave It's for the home of the free, homie Home of the brave Even the deaf can feel my breath when I say I'm the way And for what it's worth I'll put interpreters on the stage. Shake the earth with my rage With a turn of the page You can observe a gift and a curse From the worth of my race Work for perfect But incur with the flame I heard of fame Only thing I'm in a hurry for Is making my words rain Because homie, I do things Let the truth ring Your new king Give me that yellow and blue chain Why I entertain? A prophet gotta touch his peeps Why I like expensive things? I gotta be s**a free. Hear here (Verse 2): http://bit.ly/18RxJkH