TOUGH

From a kid they break you down
Not lift you up
But I'll stay lit regardless
Cuz I'm tough
And I ain't talking mentally
But I'll smack you endlessly
Better leave before the jam
Or you'll get stuck

There ain't a single rager with more flavor
I got thirty-six herbs and spices up in the chamber
Secret recipe to being a game changer
Be the best me I can be KMC dream chaser
I'll protect this at all costs fuck all the danger
You got your own dreams ain't ya
If you gonna play kid be the best damn player
Don't be impressed by or pay attention to paper
Pay no mind to the nay sayers
Hone your skills be a master slayer
Pay attention to what I say here
Knowledge of self is to be self aware
Grandmaster Yoda drop it right on the snare
Stay on your path trust yourself you're almost there
Only invest time in people you can trust
Otherwise you end up plain out getting fucked
Everyone makes mistakes so don't mistake it
Some people are just better at fakin
But on the inside they mind fried heart be breaking
Because they can't awaken an ounce of greatness
Feel their cards are shit and so they're faithless
But greatness requires patience
I don't remember names or faces
I don't remember times or places
I only remember rhymes and cadences
You can't rush art you can't rush genius
All good things come in time you must believe this
Fuck your parents fuck your friends fuck your teachers
Don't let them suck out your soul like leaches
Focus solely on your quality features
Don't stop keep going and you can't be defeated
What's real lives forever it can't be deceased kid
Legends never die and that's a proven thesis

Ya issue money Betta go scrape it up
Smoking since I'm 12 who smokes the blunts
From the jump staying tuff
Fighting regardless, you know we hit the hardest
Kick you where your heart is
Rip your spleen out
Bury you la brea tar pits
Historic call me Jordan
Bad boy piston hit you to the floor, and
You get up, you man up
Now stand up
For yourself no help
Wealth of mental fortitude
Master of self
Stealthy how I move
What if some pussy in the mood
And he really wanna shoot
I tackle em, start smacking em
Get cracked with a bat
Blam, splatt Neighborhood attack
Like soldiers stay focused
Formed in one motion
On the record we explodin
No bogus I know you love the flow, and
Goin to heights unknown
You already fuckin know it
We know you gon feel this shit
So just sit back and keep witnessing

Beats slamming from the rugged programing
Why you blabbing? stand back
Gotta practice my stabbing
Making hits that got you clapping
Time for bitch slapping
I'm psychotic I'm snapping
Catch these hands bitch I'm scrapping
Why you laughing off the chronic
It's ironic rhymes cosmic
Why you toxic now I'm feeling supersonic
Get the logic for the fruity loops
Hit the studio for the epic tunes
For the epic tunes



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Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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