1983

[Chorus] Yeah, dropped out the womb in the year nineteen eighty - Three in the hands of the D-O-C, a baby Head noddin to the beat of momma drum crazy Had rhythm in my soul for the nurse that would weigh me Told Mrs. Evans like they told Mrs. Wallace That I’ll prol'ly be a pro'lem ‘fore I enter kindergarten Was a pro'lem like colic, and them preacher kids in college No smiles, gone wild, 'fore the day I started crawling, man [Verse] To my knowledge, you niggas ain’t this polished So let me carry on and tell you suckas how I started Three sibling home, one mother, one father Grew up to them oldies, Luther V, homie Marvin No, never were we starvin, though every glass milk Wasn’t from a name-brand carton, I freakin beg your pardon My parents worked hard, many ways graveyardin Then I come home after school – Different World, Cosby, Martin Brought up to be smart, and smart ones are like darts Dangerously, anger-ally, mentally apart Drive me mad when these scabs say I’m lazy with no heart, heh But let me chill… back to the part I was on the schoolyard, recess in the park Then this kid came up and he asked me like, “Uh ‘Ey misses, 'ey listen on the ro-say misses How you get to play with them words like you play, misses?” It’s cause I’m smart and got a library card From my momma and when I was born, the doctor said I’d be hard So I guess described in holy, designed by God I’d be as good with words and my flow just evolve Year later like tot taters, fryin all of you haters Spittin vapors like rapers, if you ain’t likin the Lakers You callin out, still for acres? I’ve been sharper than razors Playa hater, I’m Kobe, faker, I coat it like blazers The beat, and I freaked, this story of mine Lemme take you back like spine, I was tryna get signed High school Division 1, only Duke on my mind But like stoop, I fell short like Muggsy Bogues of that crime On kin that sport, and so I cradled the rhyme Now look at lil’ me at the front of the line Killin' dream killers ever dream they ever killn mine A Wonder World, 9th Wonder, Jamla yo I’m signed On Ka$h beat, I flush heat, been a bad girl Since I grew feet and momma leaked in ‘83 Dropped out the womb, head noddin to a heartbeat Heh, now back, to the start of me [Chorus] Aiyyo, I DROPPED out the womb in the year nineteen eighty Three in the hands of the D-O-C, a baby Head noddin to the beat of momma drum crazy Had rhythm in my soul for the nurse that would weigh me Told Mrs. Evans like they told Mrs. Wallace That I’ll prol'ly be a pro'lem ‘fore I enter kindergarten Was a pro'lem like colic, and them preacher kids in college No smiles, gone wild, 'fore the day I started crawling, like POW! [Outro] Ka$H, Rap Diddy Wonder World, The Return of another B-Girl Ka$h, Wonder World Enigma the Riddler on the boards for the god, hehe Yeah, PEACE!