"Grown Past That"
VERSE ONE
I've grown past all the beef while you live for the drama / No complications, I keep it simple so I'm a
Just hold the rock steady (stand up), shoulder my burden / You and me, yeah we're both getting older for certain
But when you thinking about the next spot to hit / I'm thinking about how many shares of a stock to get
How far I can stretch a dime / Clock ticks so I'm grinding and trying to buy extra time
I know you think I'm a square for real / But I feel like I've moved on up and I'm there to build
Got nothing against buying the bar out, tricking your car out / Cause look, that's how everybody started out
But what happens when that scene gets cold / Every saturday, blowing all your green gets old (played out)
Now you gotta prepare / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I been there
HOOK x2
At fifteen I started rhyming with beats / At sixteen I drank liquor, smoking jays on the streets
Moved out when I was eighteen, hit the clubs at twenty-one / Now I've grown past that, those crazy days are done
VERSE TWO
It took a while for me to hit maturity, when I did the grind changed / See my thinking's not the same, I had a different type of mind frame
My history is not accordingly great / But it's been a mystery to set priorities straight
But now I did, so while you're timing for those rims / I'm getting ready for my marriage, got my girl a diamond ring
While you're saving for those tims, I'm saving for the drought / I'm putting money in my mortgage just to pay off this house
While you're stumbling home in the crib your parents own / I'm changing oil in my car that I apparently own
While you rap about the drugs that enhances your anxiety / I rap about my life and how to change this society
I exercise to lose inches on my belt / you hit the gym to get bigger, I do it for my health
Now you gotta prepare (why) / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I've been there
HOOK x2
VERSE THREE
I've grown past all the games that I use to play / Stop caring about what other crews would say
Back then, I was primed for war / But still knew that life was more than a sick rhyme for sure
I don't regret my (past), but that chapters done / So get off your (ass), take action son
Now you gotta prepare / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I've been there
Yeah, while you're chilling at the club mean mugging every cat / I'm thinking in my head (what's a matter with that cat)
While you're looking for some beef in the streets for a battle / I'm collaborating hard with local rappers in seattle
You're building up a record getting pulled for a crime / I'm grinding out 40 hours at my job working full time
Now you gotta prepare / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I've been there
HOOK x2
"Verbal Assault II"
VERSE ONE
I push these rhymes in your brain in a form that’s not detected / To keep your cells connected and to flush what’s been infected
Break what’s not corrected and erase what you expected / Keep the rap game erected and still respected (yup)
The "bling bling" "got money", I dread / I got a job, so you can’t say that I’m in it for the bread (naw)
I feel you when you say the game feels dead / Ya’ll can have Soulja Boy, I make music for the real heads
A wild filipino with a uncanny style / I raise my flag high watching Manny Pacquiao (pow)
I spread the word like I’m using it now / I’m everywhere like North Face jackets in the Puget Sound
Observe what my rhymes do in time due / Kick you in your back and make your spine blue while I shine through
We're in line to define you / Cause your overrated when you say you're sick like the swine flu
HOOK
VERSE TWO
I've been gone for a minute but I never retired / My ear to the street, I'll forever be wired
Cock me back and squeeze, I'mma body cats / Cause I spit hotter than any weapon that's been fired
C4 in my lungs, propane in my bloodstream / 'Til I colapse like the veins on a drug fiend
I grind harder, within a bomb underground heads on the play in the club scene
Don't bother with the trauma unit (nope) / I lay you out like a coroner, make you take shots of bombing fluid
This here, I gotta do it, it's embedded in my brain / So you rappers start stepping out the game
When I'm whipping out the flame, rip you out the frame / Oh you fly then prove it when I kick you out the plane
Then recline in my first class seat / You wanna start beef with me little homie, you don't want that heat
HOOK
VERSE THREE
While you're speaking your lyrics (man), I'm speaking the facts / So you can hear it while you fear it as I eat up your acts
I break records while you're browsing for more / I'm the lyrical version of Ichiro in two thousand and four
The metaphors that you're rhyming ain't cause no actions / You're a fraction of my worries, you're losing your traction
When I'm spitting on the mic I seem to cause a distraction / The world stops spinning like the death of michael jackson
Ya'll need to beat it, give merc a half hour kid / My 32's shut down your whole power grid
Leave you in the dark jumping at your own shadow / You type shook, I be crushing up your bone marrow
And serve it up over easy / I devour MC's, a john q, and a bowl of wheaties
Never leave no trace / And disappear, in the stratosphere, while you can't feel your face
HOOK
"Five Motives"
HOOK x2
We got one for the peoples, two for the streets / We got three for them artists thats trying to eat
We got four for the lower class citizens in poverty / And five for the movement, so follow me
VERSE ONE
No matter your skin color or shape of your eyes / We all share the same goal, make it and rise
Whether you hustle corners, run game, and hug blocks / Or grind sixty hours each week and punch clocks
We playin' to win, you quit, you lose / Refuse to sit wishin' you could switch the rules
Cause envy is overrated / How you gonna use someone else's dream to keep yourself motivated (look)
Five points, they combine in weight / Roll over anybody who's tryin' to hate
Cause the worst kind of crab wanna trash they own / And I know it's a struggle but we halfway home
We got five for the movement, mobilize / What we do as a force leave 'em so surprised
And I'ma get mine before the day is out / Cause little kids ain't the only ones with paper routes
HOOK x2
VERSE TWO
For the peace and the struggle, I get fully motivated / And my potency doubles to get you fully sedated
What the hell they created with this war that’s overrated / January twenty, o-nine, I impatiently waited
I debated it before, how the president ignores / How we underpay our teachers, but there’s money for war
Bobby’s valedictorian, eighteen and poor / Has no money for college, so Marines knock at his door
“I’ve heard it all before, so please quit your reach” / But every week they repeat their same manipulating speech
A few days later, his little sister got sick / The bills got thick, he needed money real quick
Plus his parents are broke like every single rotten time / So he gave in and signed the dotted lines
Four years he enlisted, could’ve been college / It’s just another tragedy of god’s wasted knowledge
HOOK x2
VERSE THREE
Count 'em off on ya fingers, holler it loud / As I rep for my brethren all in the crowd
What we're tryin' to do is maintain the path / Maybe we can win the whole set, game and match
I understand payin' dues and sacrifice / So if you wanna make moves then cast the dice
Stay strong on ya own two, you'll see the day / And who knows, you could lead the way
For those that started this as artist’s with nine years plus / With ten years hitting near homie, never give up
You’re time is close, possibly a minute away / So keep the mic up, flow, stay in it and pray
It’s hip-hop rap music, some wanna trash it / And use it for another means to flash shit
With videos of bling, whips, and stashes / You rap for a fashion, we do it as a passion
HOOK x2
OUTRO x2
Dedicated to the avenues, to the masses / Single moms with day jobs and night classes
To my kinfolk reppin' for years / Five motives, for your blood, sweat, and your tears
"The Grudge"
VERSE ONE
Now Jenny was the only child, the spoiled kind by her parents / A smart kid, but her mind’s not coherent
She was in the honor roll, but lacked adult vision / Cause her parents always made Jenny’s difficult decisions
Getting B’s to her father was far from a pass / That’s how she graduated in the top of her class
She loved the fashion industry, she learned it from her conscience / But nursing to her parents was the only option
See, her mother, that's what she always wanted to be / So she lived it through her daughter and she taught her to be
That’s her life long goal, without doing research / And every single Sunday, it was all about church
So she looked to God, to make her dreams come true / And she pushed her daughter until her mind turned blue
Then her life turned set after Jenny’s exam / Cause Jenny got accepted in the nursing program (come on)
HOOK
VERSE TWO
Now Jenny studied hard, plus she’s been a good tester / So she did great in every semester
And her parents always told her it’s a life filled with treasure / So graduate your nursing, you’ll be filled with the pleasure
While Jenny continued, she had some doubts / But she had to keep ‘em happy so she toughed it out
The diploma on the wall would be her moms pinnacle / Though she loved the classwork, she hated clinicals
So after 4 years, she finally graduated / And her parents was so proud that their daughter made it
They were filled with happiness and they simply adored her / So her present was a brand new Explorer
She started working with no time to shower / Cause she had to pay her bills working extra hours
And her parents, they pushed her to buy a new home / While she worked these doubles shifts just to pay two loans (come on)
HOOK
BRIDGE
VERSE THREE
So after years in the job, she got quickly burnt out / And after talking with her peeps, she also learned about
The other jobs in the field like ultra sound and x-ray / Less stress, less labor, but with the same pay
The anger grew more cause she lived her mom’s passion / Cause her dream was to be in fashion
And heading back to college, she really can’t afford it / With her student loans and a fat mortgage
And her friends, they were happy to be / Doing what they really loved, though they made half her salary
She always followed what her parents told her right / Now she’s working night shifts without a social life
Now you get the understanding of how the grudge stirred / Cause this job’s for other people, but not for her
So she adds another “what if” question to her self esteem like / (What if I took the route and followed my dreams)
HOOK
"Too Many MC's"
VERSE ONE
Now a days, what's it take to be a rapper and face the stage / A microphone, a computer, and a myspace page
It’s a shame what the rhymes has turned to / They claim to be an emcee but never took the time to learn to
Far from a winner yet / In real life, there’s a million real rappers and a billion on the internet
But only ten percent has touched the mic / And just a quarter of that has really clutched it tight
Everybody wants the lime light / Everybody wants to rhyme tight, but can’t nobody ever get the time right
Everybody’s on their track man bragging / 'Til the wheels fall off this packed bandwagon (now)
Skills comes with practice / It’s hard to spot the talent when this industry is flooded with wackness
That’s real talk, for these ears that I’m blessing / Ain’t no second guessing when I’m pressing lessons I’m stressing
HOOK x2
(We got) too many mc's, not enough mics / (We got) too many MC's, not enough are tight
They say that hip hop is dying and we're losing the season / (We got) too many MC's, that's the reason
VERSE TWO
So you got yourself a pen and a notepad / With little nursery rhymes thinkin' you so bad
And plenty yes-men gassin' you up / Like "Your songs are the shit!" when they're wack as fuck
So what the hell was you doin', claimin' you're nice / When you ain't ever ciphered a single day in your life
You gotta be dedicated to write it like this / Cause homie I was born with a mic in my fist
And the other hand wrapped around graphite / I was scribblin' bars in my mother's womb, that's right
Ya full of (swag), wanna raise your (name) / So you spit, but can you elevate your game?
(It takes) more than a couple of breaks to pay (dues) / To make your competitors shake in they (shoes)
Get ya weight up, I ain't sayin' ya young / But you greener than the weed I inhale in my lungs
HOOK x2
DJ BRIDGE
VERSE THREE
There’s about a thousand mixtapes floating in Seattle’s underground / Keep note how remotely everybody battles now
Look homie, your music isn’t really good at all / So quit trying to hustle CD’s there in Alderwood Mall
I’m pissed off, I fear I might lose it / Cause to me, Soulja Boy’s no different than Britney Spears pop music
I don’t care that you believe, it’s what you achieve / So tell me how you the best without a stripe on your sleeve?
I'm fightin' to breathe, MCs crowdin' the booth / Pack a room so full, they poppin' out of the roof
And almost every single one cloned from another / No skills, hand 'em a microphone and they stutter
So respect the art, respect deserved / Watch what you say to me and correct your words
(We got) too many half-ass crabs who think they got / Mics on lock but can't rock the spot
HOOK x2
DJ OUTRO
Lingua Franca (Chop It Up)
HOOK x2
Give me a minute baby girl and we can chop it up / But your crew is paparazzi how they popping up
So if the issue's how I use to be down / That use to be me, they better get use to me now (so)
VERSE ONE
We interlock like a jigsaw you and I, never before / Have I ever been sure that I'm ready for more
Than your typical one-night, listen I just might / Be allured by your witty and clever rapport
Really, we'll settle the score, match wits over a cold glass / Don't ask how long this evening gone last
Other chicks I'm a let 'em roll past / They possessing tits, hips and a dope ass, but no class
I know ya homegirls say no, you shouldn't trust me / And if that was the case yo, I'm feelin' lucky
Cause we keeping the pace slow, don't gotta rush, see / And I admit that my halo's a little dusty Quite aware I got history, who doesn't / My name alone got the lips of your crew buzzing
Women whispering, insisting I prove something / And so I gotta tell 'em this, miss, I'm through fronting
HOOK x2
VERSE TWO
Since the second that you walked in my life, it was nice / But what ever seems perfect always comes with a price
See, you’re hot and smart, plus employed, yo I’m loving it / But it’s bugging how your home boy hovering
He’s like a bolt I can’t loosen with a wrench / I see him eyeing like the sixth man waiting on the bench
He’s says he’s just a friend, but when you turn, I see him smirking / Plus he only wants to kick it on the nights that I’m working
Come on, this dude is making no sense, like a run-on / Cause it’s getting kind of obvious this dude is trying to come on
My pressures rising cause my angers starting to brew up / He calls you everyday like he’s waiting for a screw up
Your friends are telling you this cat is pretend / And I try to tell you nice but you could never comprehend
See, it’s getting intense, help me make this stress end / Do you wanna cock block me or her best friend (now)
HOOK x2
VERSE THREE
I got a bad reputation, I know it precedes me / Believe me, it really ain't easy to be me
There's a couple of strikes on my record and I done dirt / Heated the temperature on the block and got sunburnt
I've had enough of that shine, I'm trying to go legit / And stacked a bunch of them dimes, saying they over it
And who can blame their reaction / If I'm staying in action, how can I expect to gain any traction
Over how I used to be, we'll open the lines / Of communication, hopefully I open ya mind
And we can chop it up, now we building on some common ground / Look, your crew got opinions but they're not around
To ice grill me, and this ain't that kinda situation / They're wishing, waiting for me to get to misbehaving
I understand ya hesitation, yo it's justified / But you can trust the vibe is live and can't be brushed aside
HOOK x3
"Pac Man"
HOOK x2
(Ring the bell) when you’re thinking that you’re ready to rumble / (Ring the bell) so we can watch these other boxers crumble
Now raise your flag high and pump your fist high and get amp/ This is manny pac-man, the peoples champ (FILIPINO!)
VERSE ONE
He’s the number one boxer in the ring running down rounds / Sting you with a swing, he’s the best pound for pound
He conquered four divisions, so these cats better hate / This is Manny Pacquiao the Filipino light welter weight
You can catch him shadow boxing in the dark / Or you can catch him giving turkeys out in Lake Street Park
See, he taking over, coming to your area nice / The same dude that came out hard and beat Barerra twice
He was born in a place called Mindanao, Philippines / A place where the people struggle hard for the green
He trained as a boxer ever since the years of childhood / Sweating day and night in the providence wild hoods
Hitting hard like the killer he portrayed / And gained respect in the ring, plus Manila Bay
So give your fifty bucks up for your pay-per-view / So we can represent together, red, yellow, and blue
HOOK x2
VERSE TWO
Now the series with Morales, it was tied one-one / Until the eighteenth of november, he was knocked out done
It was filled with emotions, cause he caused some commotions / When he turned down the check from Golden Boy Promotions
It got personal, the steam got hatched / Then it lead us to the fight that they called the "dream match"
While Manny got hotter, Oscar fell to the water / Yo, they threw the towel in dog, the fight was a slaughter
The slums of the barrios, he lived ground zero / Then became a icon, everybody's town hero
He took the country’s spotlight and got quicker now / The dude that started at sixteen, a hundred and six pounds
In a game you can lose it over night / He’s the only fighter that be keeping boxing alive
So we don’t have any players on the field or the court / We got the number one boxer that be running the sport
HOOK x2
VERSE ONE
I've grown past all the beef while you live for the drama / No complications, I keep it simple so I'm a
Just hold the rock steady (stand up), shoulder my burden / You and me, yeah we're both getting older for certain
But when you thinking about the next spot to hit / I'm thinking about how many shares of a stock to get
How far I can stretch a dime / Clock ticks so I'm grinding and trying to buy extra time
I know you think I'm a square for real / But I feel like I've moved on up and I'm there to build
Got nothing against buying the bar out, tricking your car out / Cause look, that's how everybody started out
But what happens when that scene gets cold / Every saturday, blowing all your green gets old (played out)
Now you gotta prepare / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I been there
HOOK x2
At fifteen I started rhyming with beats / At sixteen I drank liquor, smoking jays on the streets
Moved out when I was eighteen, hit the clubs at twenty-one / Now I've grown past that, those crazy days are done
VERSE TWO
It took a while for me to hit maturity, when I did the grind changed / See my thinking's not the same, I had a different type of mind frame
My history is not accordingly great / But it's been a mystery to set priorities straight
But now I did, so while you're timing for those rims / I'm getting ready for my marriage, got my girl a diamond ring
While you're saving for those tims, I'm saving for the drought / I'm putting money in my mortgage just to pay off this house
While you're stumbling home in the crib your parents own / I'm changing oil in my car that I apparently own
While you rap about the drugs that enhances your anxiety / I rap about my life and how to change this society
I exercise to lose inches on my belt / you hit the gym to get bigger, I do it for my health
Now you gotta prepare (why) / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I've been there
HOOK x2
VERSE THREE
I've grown past all the games that I use to play / Stop caring about what other crews would say
Back then, I was primed for war / But still knew that life was more than a sick rhyme for sure
I don't regret my (past), but that chapters done / So get off your (ass), take action son
Now you gotta prepare / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I've been there
Yeah, while you're chilling at the club mean mugging every cat / I'm thinking in my head (what's a matter with that cat)
While you're looking for some beef in the streets for a battle / I'm collaborating hard with local rappers in seattle
You're building up a record getting pulled for a crime / I'm grinding out 40 hours at my job working full time
Now you gotta prepare / Cause I ain't saying that I'm better, I'm just saying that I've been there
HOOK x2
"Verbal Assault II"
VERSE ONE
I push these rhymes in your brain in a form that’s not detected / To keep your cells connected and to flush what’s been infected
Break what’s not corrected and erase what you expected / Keep the rap game erected and still respected (yup)
The "bling bling" "got money", I dread / I got a job, so you can’t say that I’m in it for the bread (naw)
I feel you when you say the game feels dead / Ya’ll can have Soulja Boy, I make music for the real heads
A wild filipino with a uncanny style / I raise my flag high watching Manny Pacquiao (pow)
I spread the word like I’m using it now / I’m everywhere like North Face jackets in the Puget Sound
Observe what my rhymes do in time due / Kick you in your back and make your spine blue while I shine through
We're in line to define you / Cause your overrated when you say you're sick like the swine flu
HOOK
VERSE TWO
I've been gone for a minute but I never retired / My ear to the street, I'll forever be wired
Cock me back and squeeze, I'mma body cats / Cause I spit hotter than any weapon that's been fired
C4 in my lungs, propane in my bloodstream / 'Til I colapse like the veins on a drug fiend
I grind harder, within a bomb underground heads on the play in the club scene
Don't bother with the trauma unit (nope) / I lay you out like a coroner, make you take shots of bombing fluid
This here, I gotta do it, it's embedded in my brain / So you rappers start stepping out the game
When I'm whipping out the flame, rip you out the frame / Oh you fly then prove it when I kick you out the plane
Then recline in my first class seat / You wanna start beef with me little homie, you don't want that heat
HOOK
VERSE THREE
While you're speaking your lyrics (man), I'm speaking the facts / So you can hear it while you fear it as I eat up your acts
I break records while you're browsing for more / I'm the lyrical version of Ichiro in two thousand and four
The metaphors that you're rhyming ain't cause no actions / You're a fraction of my worries, you're losing your traction
When I'm spitting on the mic I seem to cause a distraction / The world stops spinning like the death of michael jackson
Ya'll need to beat it, give merc a half hour kid / My 32's shut down your whole power grid
Leave you in the dark jumping at your own shadow / You type shook, I be crushing up your bone marrow
And serve it up over easy / I devour MC's, a john q, and a bowl of wheaties
Never leave no trace / And disappear, in the stratosphere, while you can't feel your face
HOOK
"Five Motives"
HOOK x2
We got one for the peoples, two for the streets / We got three for them artists thats trying to eat
We got four for the lower class citizens in poverty / And five for the movement, so follow me
VERSE ONE
No matter your skin color or shape of your eyes / We all share the same goal, make it and rise
Whether you hustle corners, run game, and hug blocks / Or grind sixty hours each week and punch clocks
We playin' to win, you quit, you lose / Refuse to sit wishin' you could switch the rules
Cause envy is overrated / How you gonna use someone else's dream to keep yourself motivated (look)
Five points, they combine in weight / Roll over anybody who's tryin' to hate
Cause the worst kind of crab wanna trash they own / And I know it's a struggle but we halfway home
We got five for the movement, mobilize / What we do as a force leave 'em so surprised
And I'ma get mine before the day is out / Cause little kids ain't the only ones with paper routes
HOOK x2
VERSE TWO
For the peace and the struggle, I get fully motivated / And my potency doubles to get you fully sedated
What the hell they created with this war that’s overrated / January twenty, o-nine, I impatiently waited
I debated it before, how the president ignores / How we underpay our teachers, but there’s money for war
Bobby’s valedictorian, eighteen and poor / Has no money for college, so Marines knock at his door
“I’ve heard it all before, so please quit your reach” / But every week they repeat their same manipulating speech
A few days later, his little sister got sick / The bills got thick, he needed money real quick
Plus his parents are broke like every single rotten time / So he gave in and signed the dotted lines
Four years he enlisted, could’ve been college / It’s just another tragedy of god’s wasted knowledge
HOOK x2
VERSE THREE
Count 'em off on ya fingers, holler it loud / As I rep for my brethren all in the crowd
What we're tryin' to do is maintain the path / Maybe we can win the whole set, game and match
I understand payin' dues and sacrifice / So if you wanna make moves then cast the dice
Stay strong on ya own two, you'll see the day / And who knows, you could lead the way
For those that started this as artist’s with nine years plus / With ten years hitting near homie, never give up
You’re time is close, possibly a minute away / So keep the mic up, flow, stay in it and pray
It’s hip-hop rap music, some wanna trash it / And use it for another means to flash shit
With videos of bling, whips, and stashes / You rap for a fashion, we do it as a passion
HOOK x2
OUTRO x2
Dedicated to the avenues, to the masses / Single moms with day jobs and night classes
To my kinfolk reppin' for years / Five motives, for your blood, sweat, and your tears
"The Grudge"
VERSE ONE
Now Jenny was the only child, the spoiled kind by her parents / A smart kid, but her mind’s not coherent
She was in the honor roll, but lacked adult vision / Cause her parents always made Jenny’s difficult decisions
Getting B’s to her father was far from a pass / That’s how she graduated in the top of her class
She loved the fashion industry, she learned it from her conscience / But nursing to her parents was the only option
See, her mother, that's what she always wanted to be / So she lived it through her daughter and she taught her to be
That’s her life long goal, without doing research / And every single Sunday, it was all about church
So she looked to God, to make her dreams come true / And she pushed her daughter until her mind turned blue
Then her life turned set after Jenny’s exam / Cause Jenny got accepted in the nursing program (come on)
HOOK
VERSE TWO
Now Jenny studied hard, plus she’s been a good tester / So she did great in every semester
And her parents always told her it’s a life filled with treasure / So graduate your nursing, you’ll be filled with the pleasure
While Jenny continued, she had some doubts / But she had to keep ‘em happy so she toughed it out
The diploma on the wall would be her moms pinnacle / Though she loved the classwork, she hated clinicals
So after 4 years, she finally graduated / And her parents was so proud that their daughter made it
They were filled with happiness and they simply adored her / So her present was a brand new Explorer
She started working with no time to shower / Cause she had to pay her bills working extra hours
And her parents, they pushed her to buy a new home / While she worked these doubles shifts just to pay two loans (come on)
HOOK
BRIDGE
VERSE THREE
So after years in the job, she got quickly burnt out / And after talking with her peeps, she also learned about
The other jobs in the field like ultra sound and x-ray / Less stress, less labor, but with the same pay
The anger grew more cause she lived her mom’s passion / Cause her dream was to be in fashion
And heading back to college, she really can’t afford it / With her student loans and a fat mortgage
And her friends, they were happy to be / Doing what they really loved, though they made half her salary
She always followed what her parents told her right / Now she’s working night shifts without a social life
Now you get the understanding of how the grudge stirred / Cause this job’s for other people, but not for her
So she adds another “what if” question to her self esteem like / (What if I took the route and followed my dreams)
HOOK
"Too Many MC's"
VERSE ONE
Now a days, what's it take to be a rapper and face the stage / A microphone, a computer, and a myspace page
It’s a shame what the rhymes has turned to / They claim to be an emcee but never took the time to learn to
Far from a winner yet / In real life, there’s a million real rappers and a billion on the internet
But only ten percent has touched the mic / And just a quarter of that has really clutched it tight
Everybody wants the lime light / Everybody wants to rhyme tight, but can’t nobody ever get the time right
Everybody’s on their track man bragging / 'Til the wheels fall off this packed bandwagon (now)
Skills comes with practice / It’s hard to spot the talent when this industry is flooded with wackness
That’s real talk, for these ears that I’m blessing / Ain’t no second guessing when I’m pressing lessons I’m stressing
HOOK x2
(We got) too many mc's, not enough mics / (We got) too many MC's, not enough are tight
They say that hip hop is dying and we're losing the season / (We got) too many MC's, that's the reason
VERSE TWO
So you got yourself a pen and a notepad / With little nursery rhymes thinkin' you so bad
And plenty yes-men gassin' you up / Like "Your songs are the shit!" when they're wack as fuck
So what the hell was you doin', claimin' you're nice / When you ain't ever ciphered a single day in your life
You gotta be dedicated to write it like this / Cause homie I was born with a mic in my fist
And the other hand wrapped around graphite / I was scribblin' bars in my mother's womb, that's right
Ya full of (swag), wanna raise your (name) / So you spit, but can you elevate your game?
(It takes) more than a couple of breaks to pay (dues) / To make your competitors shake in they (shoes)
Get ya weight up, I ain't sayin' ya young / But you greener than the weed I inhale in my lungs
HOOK x2
DJ BRIDGE
VERSE THREE
There’s about a thousand mixtapes floating in Seattle’s underground / Keep note how remotely everybody battles now
Look homie, your music isn’t really good at all / So quit trying to hustle CD’s there in Alderwood Mall
I’m pissed off, I fear I might lose it / Cause to me, Soulja Boy’s no different than Britney Spears pop music
I don’t care that you believe, it’s what you achieve / So tell me how you the best without a stripe on your sleeve?
I'm fightin' to breathe, MCs crowdin' the booth / Pack a room so full, they poppin' out of the roof
And almost every single one cloned from another / No skills, hand 'em a microphone and they stutter
So respect the art, respect deserved / Watch what you say to me and correct your words
(We got) too many half-ass crabs who think they got / Mics on lock but can't rock the spot
HOOK x2
DJ OUTRO
Lingua Franca (Chop It Up)
HOOK x2
Give me a minute baby girl and we can chop it up / But your crew is paparazzi how they popping up
So if the issue's how I use to be down / That use to be me, they better get use to me now (so)
VERSE ONE
We interlock like a jigsaw you and I, never before / Have I ever been sure that I'm ready for more
Than your typical one-night, listen I just might / Be allured by your witty and clever rapport
Really, we'll settle the score, match wits over a cold glass / Don't ask how long this evening gone last
Other chicks I'm a let 'em roll past / They possessing tits, hips and a dope ass, but no class
I know ya homegirls say no, you shouldn't trust me / And if that was the case yo, I'm feelin' lucky
Cause we keeping the pace slow, don't gotta rush, see / And I admit that my halo's a little dusty Quite aware I got history, who doesn't / My name alone got the lips of your crew buzzing
Women whispering, insisting I prove something / And so I gotta tell 'em this, miss, I'm through fronting
HOOK x2
VERSE TWO
Since the second that you walked in my life, it was nice / But what ever seems perfect always comes with a price
See, you’re hot and smart, plus employed, yo I’m loving it / But it’s bugging how your home boy hovering
He’s like a bolt I can’t loosen with a wrench / I see him eyeing like the sixth man waiting on the bench
He’s says he’s just a friend, but when you turn, I see him smirking / Plus he only wants to kick it on the nights that I’m working
Come on, this dude is making no sense, like a run-on / Cause it’s getting kind of obvious this dude is trying to come on
My pressures rising cause my angers starting to brew up / He calls you everyday like he’s waiting for a screw up
Your friends are telling you this cat is pretend / And I try to tell you nice but you could never comprehend
See, it’s getting intense, help me make this stress end / Do you wanna cock block me or her best friend (now)
HOOK x2
VERSE THREE
I got a bad reputation, I know it precedes me / Believe me, it really ain't easy to be me
There's a couple of strikes on my record and I done dirt / Heated the temperature on the block and got sunburnt
I've had enough of that shine, I'm trying to go legit / And stacked a bunch of them dimes, saying they over it
And who can blame their reaction / If I'm staying in action, how can I expect to gain any traction
Over how I used to be, we'll open the lines / Of communication, hopefully I open ya mind
And we can chop it up, now we building on some common ground / Look, your crew got opinions but they're not around
To ice grill me, and this ain't that kinda situation / They're wishing, waiting for me to get to misbehaving
I understand ya hesitation, yo it's justified / But you can trust the vibe is live and can't be brushed aside
HOOK x3
"Pac Man"
HOOK x2
(Ring the bell) when you’re thinking that you’re ready to rumble / (Ring the bell) so we can watch these other boxers crumble
Now raise your flag high and pump your fist high and get amp/ This is manny pac-man, the peoples champ (FILIPINO!)
VERSE ONE
He’s the number one boxer in the ring running down rounds / Sting you with a swing, he’s the best pound for pound
He conquered four divisions, so these cats better hate / This is Manny Pacquiao the Filipino light welter weight
You can catch him shadow boxing in the dark / Or you can catch him giving turkeys out in Lake Street Park
See, he taking over, coming to your area nice / The same dude that came out hard and beat Barerra twice
He was born in a place called Mindanao, Philippines / A place where the people struggle hard for the green
He trained as a boxer ever since the years of childhood / Sweating day and night in the providence wild hoods
Hitting hard like the killer he portrayed / And gained respect in the ring, plus Manila Bay
So give your fifty bucks up for your pay-per-view / So we can represent together, red, yellow, and blue
HOOK x2
VERSE TWO
Now the series with Morales, it was tied one-one / Until the eighteenth of november, he was knocked out done
It was filled with emotions, cause he caused some commotions / When he turned down the check from Golden Boy Promotions
It got personal, the steam got hatched / Then it lead us to the fight that they called the "dream match"
While Manny got hotter, Oscar fell to the water / Yo, they threw the towel in dog, the fight was a slaughter
The slums of the barrios, he lived ground zero / Then became a icon, everybody's town hero
He took the country’s spotlight and got quicker now / The dude that started at sixteen, a hundred and six pounds
In a game you can lose it over night / He’s the only fighter that be keeping boxing alive
So we don’t have any players on the field or the court / We got the number one boxer that be running the sport
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