| cause, i’m-a do it right this time |
| right this time, write this line, write it down, down deep into your mind |
| i make a difference, i make thoughts happen |
| i make worlds collide, and i make just enough to survive |
| all jokes aside. i may of lost a few battles |
| but this is still war. i used to hand out my tapes |
| but then i got hungry. the landlord needed money |
| and i didn’t have his funding. so that day i started running |
| and relied on just my cunning. man, it really wasn’t funny |
| so i moved out to the sunny, california |
| shores were the stars are born |
| tried to leave it all behind, but one early morning |
| i went soaring all the way across these states |
| i hit the road and did some shows right back to la |
| now every night i stand and plea for all of you to buy these lines |
| i’ve been waiting for this moment all my very short whole life… hold on |
| i used to hand out my tapes, but then i got hungry |
| i used to give out my words, but then i needed money |
| i’ll bite the head off a sentence and spit it in the crowd |
| and if it makes you like me more i’ll do it really loud |
| hey hey, i say the words, that’s what i do, it’s all i know |
| i use them on the road, at my shows, in studios |
| and i’m leaving in my car, girl |
| don’t know when i’ll be back again |
| so kiss me twice, and let me go |
| it’s time for me to do some shows |
| and i’ll say these words over eqs beats |
| while yall listen to me, this stuff aint for free |
| there’s writing on the walls and all you have to do is listen |
| with your eyes and you’ll finally see what’s missing |
| see hip hop, it made me say it wrong |
| made me spell it wrong |
| made me put it in a song |
| and now everyone thinks that it’s really really funny |
| my music is made by clowns for cars and money |
| hair bands turned into grunge bands |
| turned into boy bands, turned into rap toy shams |
| well don’t worry it will find its way without me |
| but i want for everyone to understand why i’m doubting |
| i know that there’s better things to be sold on |
| but i’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life… hold on |
| and i’m leaving in my car, girl |
| don’t know when i’ll be back again |
| oh baby, i hate to go |
| so kiss me and smile for me |
| tell me that you’ll wait for me |
| oh baby, i gotta go |