Most can feel my pain, usually by the way I look
I mean thats why way it goes, when you take the way I took
The brave branded beasts, because they bomb these bundles
and try to find somewhere to bury bodies in the concrete jungle
that's my arts heritage, from there it starts marriages
with ventin on rhymthm, beats, and that starts lyricists
lyricists start narritives, storys of gone parents and
hood tales hardly aware that its told with a genius touch
these cats evolved into a seasoned bunch of emcees that bump
in every car in the ghetto, and even punks had beatin trunks
and it's on, caught fire and wouldnt go out... after all
this was the solution to crime and basketball
fuck that cha'll, everyone a rapper now tryna get rich
and these cats arise for the glammor and glitz
then the real emcees mad, fuck that they actually pissed
that the radio got held hostage, and overran with this shit
we were exposin our struggles, and they thought it was cool
bought it for their sons, and they brought it too school
played it on their walkman, and their friends bought it too
probally shocked, these storys wern't what they thought people do
it even made alot of the news, between o'reily and bush senior
and now rap hates bush junior, and we aint sophmore either
so now it's a war, everyone raps it's got fifty genres
one for bling, one for confusing, one for missing fathers
but they all the dads prolly appear, when you make it on the scene
because raps stupid when your aspiring, but genuis when you suceed
it'll have you vommittin, ballin in tears, and ready to stop it sincere
i'm on top of the world, and i can see all that from here