1996, Pt. 1
Started writin' back in '96
No one thought I could rap, they were surprised I did
He's the quiet kid, he's too shy to spit
And I had the whitest skin, didn't even kinda fit
The stereotype in which they supplied me with
Didn't try to fit in and I was fine with it
Tryin' to find a glimpse of hope in my environment
Nine years old, exposed to some grimy shit
Mom and her drunk boyfriend just had a fight again
So I'm hidin' in my bedroom, turn up the tunes
In an attempt to silence it
MTV just to block the noise, then he got annoyed
I heard him yellin' 'till he lost his voice
"Tell him turn that shit down 'fore I pop the boy!"
So I run outside and dry my wet face
Practice my jump shot, tryin' to be MJ
Bone Thugs, Pac, and Nas in my headspace
Big Poppa, The Lox, and then Mase
I was a Bad Boy '97 and '98
'99's when I really started to Shyne great
Early 2000's, I put my soul in it
I was 'Bout It, 'Bout It, there was No Limit
By '05 I was in my prime
Only thing I cared about was gettin' signed
But 2010 was a different time
Put down the pen, led a different life
Who are you to criticize if you never lived it?
I swam against the tide and still survived
I epitomize resiliency, brilliantly
And still unleash wrath and death on every track I wreck
I was Ready to Die, this Life After Death
A second chance to advance and demand respect
I'm back and yes, I'm at my best
Quick maths, you skipped class; couldn't pass the test
I talk a lot of trash, but can cash the checks
As you gasp for breath, any last requests?
No one thought I could rap, they were surprised I did
He's the quiet kid, he's too shy to spit
And I had the whitest skin, didn't even kinda fit
The stereotype in which they supplied me with
Didn't try to fit in and I was fine with it
Tryin' to find a glimpse of hope in my environment
Nine years old, exposed to some grimy shit
Mom and her drunk boyfriend just had a fight again
So I'm hidin' in my bedroom, turn up the tunes
In an attempt to silence it
MTV just to block the noise, then he got annoyed
I heard him yellin' 'till he lost his voice
"Tell him turn that shit down 'fore I pop the boy!"
So I run outside and dry my wet face
Practice my jump shot, tryin' to be MJ
Bone Thugs, Pac, and Nas in my headspace
Big Poppa, The Lox, and then Mase
I was a Bad Boy '97 and '98
'99's when I really started to Shyne great
Early 2000's, I put my soul in it
I was 'Bout It, 'Bout It, there was No Limit
By '05 I was in my prime
Only thing I cared about was gettin' signed
But 2010 was a different time
Put down the pen, led a different life
Who are you to criticize if you never lived it?
I swam against the tide and still survived
I epitomize resiliency, brilliantly
And still unleash wrath and death on every track I wreck
I was Ready to Die, this Life After Death
A second chance to advance and demand respect
I'm back and yes, I'm at my best
Quick maths, you skipped class; couldn't pass the test
I talk a lot of trash, but can cash the checks
As you gasp for breath, any last requests?
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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