| Amongst the youngsters, never hung with no punks
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| Since 8th grade, make way, never faking the funk
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| My crew wasn’t deep, but quality wise, was large
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| Back then, we wasn’t humble we were trying to be stars
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| But couldn’t reach them. |
| I was kinda short but I could speak
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| And they could never mind the height, I sounded big up on the sequence
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| Don’t mistake me for a rapper jocking your late beats
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| It’s been straight heat since I was at school on 188th street
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| Was a beast with the pen… well at least to my friends
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| My job is to ensure the rap’s means meet with the ends
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| Despite the storm, I just write, record, 'til the hype is more
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| Was between a stellar guy and terrified, what am I fighting for?
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| I’m certified. |
| Rippin' apart my shirt and tie
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| Unlimited bars, for certain, I have determined I am like Simba
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| I deal with Scars trying to hurt my Pride
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| Look how I’ve grown, do it all on my own as I verbalize
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| I’m grown when I’m up on the track, the track
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| You ain’t alone, said you’d never look back
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| But I was wrong, let’s just take a look back, look back
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| Now I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
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| Millennium, flow’s venom, windbreakers sport denim
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| True b-boy, Nike Cortez with holes in them
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| First show was grade school, flowin' like a wave pool
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| My addiction is the stage, blowin' up like grenades do
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| Huh? |
| Asian Rap? |
| There’s fame in that? |
| Well, obviously
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| Some people making mockeries but I don’t let that bother me
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| I just keep moving, pursuing the goals that I can see
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| These professions I can be, there ain’t no way they’re stopping me
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| Drinkin'
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| Eating well, getting healthy
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| I wasn’t a college dropout but I might as well be
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| Skipped calculus and engineering, said that I’d be wealthy, instead
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| I thought that writing rhymes would bring me the bread
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| My Buzz was Light-years ahead, but this was just a campus
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| Me and my boys wasn’t toys, writing party anthems
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| The goal was: King size, in my eyes
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| Mesmerized, from the earth to the sky, no lie
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| The butterfly feeling
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| I’m grown when I’m up on the track, the track
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| You ain’t alone, said you’d never look back
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| But I was wrong, let’s just take a look back, look back
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| Now I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
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| And now, I’m graduated, agitated at the hardships
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| Wondering if I can really get as far as these stars get
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| And now they rapping about money, cars, and Starships
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| I’m rapping for the food but they’re just rhyming for the market
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| Damn, my timing must be off, kid. |
| They tell me that I’m old
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| And that the 90s style is gone, kid. |
| Well, I don’t disagree
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| But this is all that I be working with
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| And is it cause it’s death that I like flirting with?
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| Certainly. |
| My name is Hydroponikz, don’t you try to spark me
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| Artsy, but my New York game is John Starks-ly
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| 4−5-6, roll Ceelo like it’s Yahtzee
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| Some Youtube fame but wonder what that really got me
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| But before you tell me put on a suit
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| I’m 'a kick in the door and put my foot in it, too
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| So they better be prepared for the moment that I show up
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| Plenty time to grow up after I blow up, motherf---
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| I’m grown when I’m up on the track, the track
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| You ain’t alone, said you’d never look back
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| But I was wrong, let’s just take a look back, look back
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| They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
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| Now I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back |