Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here Now, artist - JinDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here Now |
| Look I’m not a gimmick, there’s not a rapper I’m trying to mimic |
| My life move about a mile a minute |
| Make the best of it while I’m in it |
| Talk shit I’ll never get offended |
| I’m so pushin' to the limit |
| I could shake of 20 haters |
| Ignore em' and handle my business |
| Highly hood got my named cemented |
| A threat to every rapper in the game or that’s ever been in it |
| 5'6'' but I stand tall, built for war, sort of like the Great Wall |
| Of China, hear my footsteps like Yao Ming’s behind ya |
| Don’t remind me, do whatever to you, fly back and it’ll be |
| Hell on earth for you to find me |
| They say we all look alike, cook alike |
| But they aint’t know that we all crooks alike |
| I changed the game when I took the mic |
| In Freestyle what it took for you to write, good night! |
| I am here now, say what you want |
| I know I got something you want |
| I am here now, think what you want |
| This is my life, let’s get it on |
| It’s like a curse being successful |
| The more progress, the more stressful |
| Don’t ask about heart, I got a chestful |
| Thrown into a cesspool of sex juice |
| So my next move was to elevate for the best view |
| I got a few things to confess too |
| They say I’m famous, I don’t feel special |
| Plucked from a few to be placed on a pedestal |
| Only to be ridiculed and find out they want to get rid of you |
| Once you near your pinnacle they try to limit you |
| From the start of your career when they finish you |
| That’s why in interviews I keep my shit minimal |
| And if I do say something it’s subliminal |
| Is it because I’m signed to killers and criminals? |
| It’s pitiful, this rap game is too political |
| But fuck it, I ain’t got shit else to do |
| Yo, yo you don’t gotta give me my respect, I’ma take it |
| You ain’t gotta punch me into night I’ma lay it |
| You ain’t gotta loan me no money I’ma make it |
| And I do anything I can get away with |
| I say what I want, take it how you take it |
| Media hype that I’ve created has enhanced my hatred |
| Came from the basement, rose amongst the stars like a space ship |
| Face it, there’s no replacement |
| Time you spend looking for the one is time wasted |
| I’m too defined, my design you can’t trace it |
| So give it up, I ain’t bitter but I’m getting sick enough to take my contract |
| and rip it up |
| Plus my friend say I’m forgettin' stuff |
| Is it cause I failed to get intouch |
| While I’m out rappin', travelin', gettin' bucks |
| And my hearts in Miami indeed |
| Oh I ain’t forget, I just got my family to feed |