2-Cents
Rappers should conceal what they're about
Represent the clout, stacks in bank account
I repress the doubt
I got economy, numbers checked out by Ptolemy
I need to flex my muscles cause no one can crush a rhyme on me
The image I conjure up will expose me
The phony MC
Who occasionally drops the mic and "I"s
Don't get it twisted
These lyrics are wholly written
My product always organic, 100, not fake like Mike and Ike's
I'm using language that all of you recognize
So that'll paint a picture, that I'm relevant with the times
My personality sports apathetic eyes
Cause I'd rather pick addiction than face the demon inside
I used to have innocence
I used to be real
I used to have a hold on myself
But now I can't feel
I used to have a family to love
A shoulder to cry
But now I have a posse to fill me with beautiful lies
Why can't I go back?
Back to the days I wrote with no reason
Back to the days of elderly seasons
Back to the library fees and
Back to the play-pretend
Back to the open-mics
Back to the lack of fight
Back to genuine
Back to the soul I like
Back to the archetype
Back to the honesty
Back to the "certain" type
Back to the wrong from right
Back from the dark in me
Stepping back to the light
Back to no sacrifice
Back to the wall
To what used to be mine
Back to the happyboy that reflected every time
Why can't I be me?
Represent the clout, stacks in bank account
I repress the doubt
I got economy, numbers checked out by Ptolemy
I need to flex my muscles cause no one can crush a rhyme on me
The image I conjure up will expose me
The phony MC
Who occasionally drops the mic and "I"s
Don't get it twisted
These lyrics are wholly written
My product always organic, 100, not fake like Mike and Ike's
I'm using language that all of you recognize
So that'll paint a picture, that I'm relevant with the times
My personality sports apathetic eyes
Cause I'd rather pick addiction than face the demon inside
I used to have innocence
I used to be real
I used to have a hold on myself
But now I can't feel
I used to have a family to love
A shoulder to cry
But now I have a posse to fill me with beautiful lies
Why can't I go back?
Back to the days I wrote with no reason
Back to the days of elderly seasons
Back to the library fees and
Back to the play-pretend
Back to the open-mics
Back to the lack of fight
Back to genuine
Back to the soul I like
Back to the archetype
Back to the honesty
Back to the "certain" type
Back to the wrong from right
Back from the dark in me
Stepping back to the light
Back to no sacrifice
Back to the wall
To what used to be mine
Back to the happyboy that reflected every time
Why can't I be me?
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Kim
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