1/19/1992

[Verse] My new shit got 'em claiming that I'm back again, this rap is bizarre I'm one of the illest that you've heard thus far I got more drive than your car I hold it down to hold it up like a bra, on my job Got all the elements, the earth, wind and the fire My desires elevated and matured with time Scribbling every random thought racing inside of my mind By design, I grind ride like I'm Mat Hoffman I BMX, no ESPN on the television, where you from? A literal paradigm, I'm giving the signs like pantomimes I'm global bitch, they hеar me out from Vietnam to Panama The Rio Grandе to Mexico, could care less if I'm next to blow I'm giving original flows and staying composed, you see I'm in control Here we go, animalistic style Making a victim now Running around like quarterbacks, avoid the sack, they on the attack I'm bouncing back and coming above the latter, that's a real fact, feel that Kicking some real shit that you can go and play anywhere, anywhere Hitting up Amsterdam for the bud, I know it's plenty there Travel around the globe to locations I cannot pronounce Came a long way from writing rhymes in my momma's house Analyzing every bar and metaphor, I sound 'em out I roll a blunt then hit the roundabout to ease the stress and doubt Fuck the clout, kids doing the most to try and make it out I was them, I see it from they point of view, I really do It's not construe, I'm not that far removed, of feeling like I'm screwed Overthinking moves, undermotivated and out the loop Searching for some proof to lead the reason for your living They don't listen when you tell 'em you feel like you ain't existing What's a mission with no direction, the rules don't have no exceptions It's get it while you can, they may never understand my plan It's a philosophy, operating a monopoly Told 'em I was an anomaly, my house more like a mausoleum I'm running a marathon but most these people cannot keep up The reaper, stay on my line and blowing up my beeper I need stamps upon my passport, a couple work visas Words reach 'em, niggas'll pay attention, that's when I'm speaking Mine's peaking, all that pico de gallo like Puerto Ricans Loiter for my leisure, need a lawyer and a preacher Presentation's everything and I know it Get your shot, don't blow it If you fall down, keep going and keep growing and keep [Outro] We just some motherfuckin' kids We just some motherfuckin' RIP Mac One of the best An inspiration