Bridge
What I’m becoming, you see, only comes with a fee.
Don’t mean money, its free, determination’s the key.
Eliminate the bad V’s, be optimistic and keep
Cause as long as you’ll be, dedicated to bleed...
Soon enough you’ll achieve.
What, What, What, What,
Verse 1
When you think of me, you think of a problem,
Jada said that probably while drinkin in Harlem,
While I’m dreamin’ of stardom, usin’ his beat,
Servin’ defeat to those assumin’ I’m weak,
Standin’ Oblique, smokin’, abusin’ my beak,
Far from my peak, rollin, I’m movin to seek,
Top dawg with the heat, packed, ready to beat ya,
Don’t let it deceit ya, fact, I shake like seizers,
And treat you like T shirts...lay you over my back,
With your head in a sack, so don’t step in my tracks,
Now lets get back to the facts, of discussin’ this path,
Where performings a task, words combusted to blast,
And its rugged and fast, comin’ packed with a wrath,
Full of judgment and laughs, and-unless you’re phat, no chance,
So don’t front like an act, a mask, a fake, a phony,
Or I’ll snatch the microphone and break ya fuckin’ baloney,
And make ya’ll know me, the way I wanna be known, see,
Nobody here owns me, less they’ve structed a clone, B,
So it’s trusted upon me, not to quit like a bitch,
And I may be a dick, but soon I’m a dick that’s rich!
Hook
The industry’s crooked, fulla crooks and artist,
If you plan to be filthy, hit the books ya hardest,
In the end regardless, whether it’s friends or foes,
Don’t burn any bridges, and keep ya enemies close.
Bridge 2
This industry’s lonely, but I love being alone,
Cause friends turn to snakes, money being the cocoon,
Take notice of your moves, keep ya mind on the grind
Soon you’ll move the room, just in the Nick of Time
Hook
The industry’s crooked, fulla crooks and artist,
If you plan to be filthy, hit the books ya hardest,
In the end regardless, whether it’s friends or foes,
Don’t burn any bridges, and keep ya enemies close.
Verse 2
This is what I’ve chose, and I’m a-ware of the road,
Continuously told, I’d never break from the mold,
Which is given me hope, given fuel for flow,
Knowin’ I wont quit, til my material’s dope,
Ya’ll fill it like copes, while I’m delieverin’ blows,
Make you shiver and go, slither quicker, but slow,
A dickhead with dough, there’s a picture I’d show,
Celebrating with hoes, after rockin at shows!
That’s a dream, and I’ve rose, but I’m willin’ to work,
I’ll work in the dirt, and won’t quit when it hurts,
Won’t flip up a skirt, cause I’m a man since my birth,
So watch me practice with verbs, till I receive what its worth,
Watch me bleed to be first, while I work with these words,
Till these words give me work, and I’m seen to be first,
A dream that’s reserved, where only the best are blessed,
Gunnin’ for heads, tested to rest their chest,
But, damn, I must confess, I wont rest til my death,
Young-n-I’m fresh, studin’ to steal ya breath,
I’ll be like a lyrical hex, the way I’ll cast doom,
Maybe not now, but soon, I’ll be movin’ the room.
Bridge 3
It’s either eat or be consumed, which one of ‘em’s you,
Are you the kat makin’ moves, or devoured and chewed?
Are you a coward or dude, ready to fight for the tube?
Because tonight’s the night dude, where you could fight and die, too.
Hook.
The industry’s crooked, fulla crooks and artist,
If you plan to be filthy, hit the books ya hardest,
In the end regardless, whether it’s friends or foes,
Don’t burn any bridges, and keep ya enemies close.
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