J57 - Minyan lyrics

[Verse 1] I heard their chitter chatter like "Soul be acting foul" All holier than thou while they hold the golden cow No minerals or vitamins, that ain't gonna feed ya We live in an environment where Rap is anesthesia So don't be afraid of what I'm offering you I just got a couple questions like I'm audio two Like what's it gonna take for me to be the top billa? But what's the f**ing point if I can never work with Dilla? We went from true schooling it to just YouTubing it f** your website and the a**holes that Googled it I want to make music and them panties drop But leave the braindead chickens at the candyshop You see I ain't the kind of dude that they sweat so hard I push a 2009 yellow Metrocard And if I'm talking 'bout you, then bless your stars Cause if you don't face the truth then you get no scars From cuts to bruises, my flesh is a road map Between then and now and I wish I could go back To the little kid that always had the biggest mouth And say, "I know it's hard, but you really gotta stick it out" [Hook] One, two, three, Mississippi Four, five, come on, get with me Six, seven, heaven won't lift me Eight, nine lives for the shifty Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten It's like ten times a day, I pray for something more than a bitter end (repeats) [Verse 2] It's like ten times a day I play the janitor Sweeping up the stairway to heaven clutching the banister And each step's a mile high So I ascend with deep breaths and wild eyes and never lose my stamina Whether God exists or is just a fraud or myth He better tell me what to build before the f**ing water shifts I was named for my grandmother's very young brother Who was shot and buried with others in various clusters He was slain at sixteen, so while you play with sixteens I'mma always hold it down for the weight of his dreams Painting lush hopes with brush strokes as thick as curvaceous hips And praying when it dries, it's as lovely as their nakedness I ain't ever made a switch like autotune abusers This is 1995 colliding with the future Maybe I ain't got the kind of style that you're used to f** it, I've been writing since the crying of the rooster Wake the f** up