Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I´ve never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green
I´ve been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank
some disagree because me rents had bank
but all that´s gold non´t always glitter
so I´ll take another puff from my one hitter
I´m a slave tot he trade I´m paid to rhyme
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money, money, money ain´t shit to me
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
Please God Please I´ll pay any cost
If you´d just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there´s too much hardship there´s too much pain
there´s too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I´ve been to your mountains I´ve been to your seaside
and everywhere I went somebody´s wanted a free ride
but parasites can´t fake the Rock
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success
and suckers that step shall be put to rest
yes, I hold the key to my own success
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
and watch me rip because I´m such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
never was in a posse never wanted to be
now I´ve neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti
and won´t leave till I´ve received that 7th sign
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world´s end don´t worry me
and I´m gonna get where I´m going just hurry me
cause I´m in no rush and I can´t stand rushin
everything is slow motion like I´m trippin on tussin
fussin with the girls they waste my time
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
crucified by the critics everyday
cause I ain´t really got that much to say
I´m a slave to the trade I´m paid to rhyme
I don´t wear a watch and i don´t keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
but only at night because I´m a day tripper
twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
but still life goes on
visions of red shoot through my head
and I won´t stop trippin till the day I´m dead.