Water

Who the, who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Yo, Sonny on the shine, light beaming through the atmosphere Spittin' sincere, sheer, no fears, lovely and clear Escaping the smear, creating my years This be the times of peace, son, my music live in your ear Fiji water, no beer, Sonny flow like tears of joy I'm on top of my A-game, no longer unemployed Yo, study the ploy, smoother than soy It was a struggle, but I doubled with spirit, body and muscle Moving through the puzzle of trouble, walking the hustle But I stay subtle, purple green, floating like a bubble Off that BK ocean, grown blowing out the muzzle Live in the moment, every second on the hour The son, shower, tower, power, twisting the sour I keeps it diesel, my sound spread like the measles Of course I'm blowing the map, there is no sequel So peep the prequel, Sonny's fly like the wings of a seagull Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Solomon Childs, young general don Sound the alarm, live amongst street killers When I was small, I was dreaming of living like the top billers Back when my mama was throwin' skillets Anything we didn't have, we stole it Me and my brothers, we was quarter gun lovers Shot at the thugs as well as all the undercovers In and out of them pens like T.I., choppers knee high Subu Island, borough of Staten Island From the harbor to the hill, I'll bust the feathers off your hornbill Steal your thrills out your mouth, throw the heat in your mouth Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Pick up the mic, a feeling excites beyond fright First the love for the game, then the jewels take flight Reach heights, cause the third eye extends Rappers, they depend on schemes and pretend Not him, was born with the strength of iron men Pen write a hymn on what to do then You got the media that's out to fool them Mouth full of greed, heart full of sin I begin to give 'em that water oxygen Benefits to your health, there's no oxidant When I get started, there's no stopping then Side line niggas like, "What's happening?" So, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be rich and wealthy? No concern for ordering the youth That's why I massacre, slaughtering in the booth Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC Who the, who the fuck wanna be an MC If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC