"For real, a star, e'rybody shine Follow heart and not mankind For real, for real, I'm 'bout to do my to shine everybody shine, c'mon"
It's not luck that I'm sittin' spittin' for y'all Preeld in by Allah that I'm for y'all Growin' up on the New York lookin' Like a little snotty dish of cookin' called me Little Man all in the boulevard When I was young, my used to party hard Gangs of kids turned to blood ketchup The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie
Skinned knees from bad-ass little boys Police sirens and baby screams was noise Hip-Hop came, the ghetto the soundtrack Street poetry to tracks, you beat that? Taylor introduced it to me He said, "Forget Hill, nigga, let's MC" Twelve old, rhymin' in the backroom For echoes, we used to rhyme in the
Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug E. The Juice Crew rule but who's this KRS? points, too many to wish for Battlin' on trains, I stay raw Never let my die I was happy and high to Alee's and Bed-Stuy We our first demo tape Excited a mawfucka, lookin' for our first break
I ("F'real") You can do it ("Listen to the story I yo) Be abidin', (F'real")
I ("Don't let 'em to front you") You can see it ("Get up and me and flow again, use my life as an example") Do it, and see it, and be else
Jungle Brothers, De La, they me little light In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, was aight One later, the Tribe was initiated came, it was wild how she dominated Can I kick it parled us to our next So drunk in those days, I was amazed How I got up enough to tunes People cheered me, it was Foreign, came Low End Theory
People recognized who we are is ill and Busta is a superstar Tours with P.E., Naughty, and the Boys Arsenio Hall, then were evil toys Whisperin' hate inside my virgin ears Tryin to but, yo, we stood amongst the tears was even tighter, now look at us Condoms is on the rida on the bus
It got funky right here, I had to my life In the snow after the show, I had a wit' Phife Moves to a land to get away but back Job was us, it sent me through a danger zone The thing, I found Allah in the process An angel appeared wit' sneaky ways and me stress Now am I to do? My album's platinum but I'm feelin' blue, c'mon
Yeah, Yeah, ("You can do it") Yeah, Yeah, ("I know")
Yeah, ("You can see it") Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Makin' my way, the has grown fierce Redemption and my heart, both of them was Crashed my truck, didn't I'd make it out Had a hit on my life, he I screwed his wife my house burned down, me and Ands was in it My crew was tired and I we had to end it But all of this, I'm still here Take and let hope floats I'm still here, take note and let hope I'm still here, take notes and let float
You can do the same shit I'm doin' You can do the same thing I'm doin', uh-huh I'm still here, note, let it, uh-hah here, take notes and let it float, ha-ha Still here, and let it You can do the thing I'm doin', thing that I'm doin' here, take and let it, uh-hah Still here, take notes, let it float, here, take notes, let it float, c'mon Do the same thing that I'm doin' if ya pay
I You can see it Do it, and see it, and be nobody