Typ iLL - Just Me lyrics

(Verse 1 Typ iLL) Finished the Final Chapter, Beginning another novel King Arthur, King of the castle take on another title Sword in the stone with my poems, only I condone Medieval took its toll, lost souls, cross roads The dark ages await us again, Spark Gauges, my rages within Mark pages, say its safe predict History repeats itself, I'm beyond that Another level, I'm a rebel, clutching metal contact I've seen it all before, Crews year long strong, Vanished and gone I've managed to bandage my wounds and maintain form My closest homeys are frozen homeys that's stuck in time Running from whats right, plus they lost they're f**ing mind So i am... Given a choice, ride with 'em, side with 'em Love 'em but keep it moving 'cause i can't survive with 'em (uh) I'm a simple man, but I'm only me T-Y-P, Soldier M C (Hook) Just Me... (yea yea yea) Just Me (yea yea yea) Just Me (yea yea yea) Just Me (Just me just me) Yo, I see you mother f**ers eyeing me The f** is you trying me for? The last of a dying breed, hoe (Nature Verse 2) We're in a Kings robe, I sit on a King throne I'm moving how Kings rule, i follow the street code Drinking out the bottle, tomorrow may never happen So today, map it right then proceed rapping Players gone' play, no coaching or team captain Watch what you say on the jack, police tapping Eves drop, knees drop, damn them b**hes backwards Selective with my friends, everyday I be subtracting In other words, I'm erasing you Like the military k**ing occupational In my dreams I see the the same things I see on screens Just a Kingpin, I started off with 3 OZ's And my P O V is self, Me come first, I help Nobody else but me, f** who else agree My people Gotta feel the same way Nothing new n***a, do the same sh** everyday, this is.. (Hook) (Typ iLL Verse 3) Same story, different setting different place Different landscape, handshakes all the same So I size a f**er up, whether I act on it or not I'm tough, did my dirt on the side now Typ's a nice guy, I pray a man don't ever find out What I've been holding back, hold a gat Box cutter in my black, leather jacket Smiling at a couple shorties then i break eye contact No time to expose myself They can trust me or not I'm confident I know myself I can't be 2 guys at once, I can't clone myself But i know a couple wanna be clones Funny style f**ing followers and wanna be drones f**ing comedy. Enter my commodity zone Halloweens gone', and they still got their mask on Get my back hand on Wax off, wax on. Get my grown man on with slacks on Gripping that black chrome, what i stand for???? (Hook)