| Back in the days, I had dreams of rapping on stage
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| Imagined listening to radio where my track would get played
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| It’s tragic, I never fathomed that the magic will fade
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| Let’s take it back to the days when I established my name
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| I was over-hungry for beats, like the melody was something to eat
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| (Bars) a hundred a week was nothing to me
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| As long as I had something deep to crush a sucker MC
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| I won battles but in a couple I fumbled, suffered defeats
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| I was grinding hard, way harder than other artists did
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| At 17, on Choice FM, I went bar for bar with swiss lyrics for 45 minutes
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| Ready and prepared
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| No lie, you can ask anybody that was there
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| Simple and plain, my CD got critical acclaim
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| I began to build an official position in the game
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| Quicker than I could think, I was fulfilling all my aims
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| I miss them days, now it’s difficult 'cause shit isn’t the same
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| Everything that goes up must come down
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| I was alright before, but I’m fucked up now
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| Got a bit of success, didn’t like it at all
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| It’s time that I document my rise and my fall
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| If it’s not your destiny then it’s not meant to be
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| In the mirror, face to face with my worst enemy
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| Got a bit of success, didn’t like it at all
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| It’s time that I document my rise and my fall
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| Before volume 2 dropped, my brother died
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| I never stopped, I just carried on busting rhymes
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| Putting on a brave face but it was still tough at night
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| I couldn’t sleep 'cause my nightmares were nothing nice
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| Volume 2 came out, got live in the press
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| Regardless, I was still stressed and fucking depressed
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| More successful, the more I felt stuck in a web
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| Pain ate away at my soul 'till nothing was left
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| There were rumors about, I heard a dirty sound
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| They even tried to say that Chancers turned me down
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| Everyday, they were on the phone, tryna get me on that show
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| 'Till I had to tell 'em straight, look, I didn’t wanna go
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| I didn’t wanna blow
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| Had nothing to prove bruva
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| In '05 I won an award for best new comer
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| But that shits all irrelevant
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| They say the only thing worse than not getting what you wish for
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| Is getting it
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| Everything that goes up must come down
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| I was alright before, but I’m fucked up now
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| Got a bit of success, didn’t like it at all
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| It’s time that I document my rise and my fall
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| If it’s not your destiny then it’s not meant to be
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| In the mirror, face to face with my worst enemy
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| Got a bit of success, didn’t like it at all
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| It’s time that I document my rise and my fall
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| I just can’t handle the chins wagging
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| And the lips chatting
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| My issues had me making decision to quit rapping
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| It’s funny (why?)
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| 'Cause that almost really did happen
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| I changed my mind everyday
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| Kept zig-zagging
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| But I’m a lyricist, I live for this
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| I tried to stop
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| Got volume 3 off my chest
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| Then hit Writers Block
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| Very pissed, I was getting sick of my topics
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| A pad of paper, I couldn’t fill one line of it
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| Seeing rappers in magazines, I know I’m better than
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| Cussing has-beens when really I’m just a never-been
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| Me and my clique would be rich if we were American
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| Those negative times are so clear when I remember them
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| I hope you heard a bar, you could maybe relate with
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| Life’s strange, it never remains the same, it changes
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| It wasn’t just memories that made me make this
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| 'Cause we all rise and fall on a daily basis… |