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I use the mic like a walkie-talkie Cali love with a bite of Milwaukee DMV in my bloodline, I done start wars with a jabberwocky Eye of the tiger, call a nigga Rocky The finish line between humble and cocky Use verse and rhyme to extend the time for others Crumble every clock I see with a twelve followin' behind my brothers Call me the mothership, my music for the mothers I been a motherfucker Undercover like a super man, make a woman wonder Make a hater my lover But, equally, I been a rubber band without elasticity Been a trap man drastically stuck in the gutter A fallen star never to be discovered An inmate with a number but orange was never my color Double my entendre Rap 'til I can sell my bars to the highest sucker R&B money wrapped in a young thugger Keep my beats on repeat like they stu-stutter Pretty on some Ali I done become the Thrilla in Manila New Jack City on some pain, probably Call a brother Duh Duh Duh But my train done been wobbly as any other Big body truck in the mud Or the feet that grew from the concrete Songtexte'Til I'm big as Jigga and the nigga he came up under I went from notorious to glorious I flew above them storms, wrestlin' with thunder 'Til I be one, a Neo-Morpheus And by the time I be six I knew I was more than his Is what it is, this is how I feel Like a one-man force of a nature strong in my mind 'Til you go on-line orderin' my kind to savage your shit And with them lines I just spit I hope you're recording this skit This ain't no average shit I'm hood-born, a dark form with a candlestick I'm rockin' with the good Lord and His manuscript The ghost of the too-poor-to-rock-sandals kid And before I could handle all of this I was hard to walk a mile in my own shit A prodigal smile with a poem losin' that glow it used to give I was two roads diverged, I chose the narrowest I done seen them doors close like pharaohs did I been the afterparty to my own show, ya dig? I just needed to know, can I live? Like Hov did way back when Then lo and behold, these old wings found some wind Dealt with the stings from them arrows I felt within And elevated to where them sparrows been 'Til that became equal with the skies them eagles swim But if height reflects how slight life done slipped I been right with the lowest of the invalid No fight left in my battleship A kite with broken ribs Bleek Gilliam with a busted lip No Mo' Better Blues, just a permanent bruise where the horn used to fit Low like where the throw up is Low like a roach's crib Low like slow to get up on the count of ten To keep it all the way five hundred, low as your basement, wasted Dazed and too confused to find my placement Nightmares of degradation When I was a kid I used to dream of this kind of graduation Now I'm on some Tom Hanks, I done got too big, but Still a bad boy gettin' paid for them toys I play station, I give thanks And use God's noise as a celebration I'ma sing with that thing for your soul's masturbation I'ma bring enough king to control your manifestation And you gon' scream with anticipation While you turn from all the lil' boy-girls they play on your radio stations This man done reappeared when the world is filled with fear and intrepidation The screen got the same scene It just seems too many Elvises done left the building to believe the motivation The people fiendin' for that old feelin' So the big Tank just pulled back into the station This time with a blue and red light in the basement This that new height we chasin' I'm here to serve you with a new found dedication Same food for thought through sound, just made it where you can better taste it Use what I sing now and never for the best of nations And the rest for the ones brown who don't feel blessed enough to make it I done cleaned the mess up, no more cryin' Just a brave lion standin' atop Mount Zion I come to you open and naked I come to you knowin' without hesitation Fifty thousand waitin' for my shit I'ma give you every last drop of it Until we all on the same trip to destination Come fuck with it, my elevation Aus Songtexte Mania