"For real, e'rybody's a star, shine your 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 here spittin' for y'all Preeld in by Allah I'm hittin' for y'all Growin' up on the New concrete lookin' Like a little snotty of prodigy cookin' called me Little Man all in the boulevard When I was young, my family to party hard Gangs of uncatched turned to blood ketchup The illest niggas was Richard and Ronnie Bump
Skinned knees being bad-ass little boys Police sirens and baby screams was average Hip-Hop came, the copped the soundtrack Street poetry to tracks, you beat that? Malik Taylor it to me He said, "Forget Benny Hill, nigga, MC" Twelve years old, 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 nigga points, too many to wish for Battlin' niggas on trains, I raw let my dream die I was happy and high to Alee's and Bed-Stuy We made our first tape Excited like a mawfucka, 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 nobody
Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was One later, the Tribe was initiated Bonita came, it was wild how she Can I kick it us to our next phase So in those days, I truly was amazed How I got up to make tunes People cheered me, it was Foreign, came Low End Theory
quickly recognized who we are Phife is ill and Busta is a Tours with P.E., Naughty, and the Boys Arsenio Hall, women then were evil Whisperin' hate inside my brother's virgin to hurt but, yo, we stood amongst the tears Midnight was tighter, now look at us Condoms is on the rida on the bus
It got funky right here, I had to save my In the snow after the show, I had a wit' Phife to a land to get away but back home Job was us, it sent me through a danger zone The good thing, I Allah in the process An angel appeared wit' sneaky and gave 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,
my way, the wilderness has grown fierce Redemption and my heart, both of them was Crashed my truck, think I'd make it out Had a hit on my life, he I screwed his wife Plus my house down, me and Ands was in it My was tired and I knew we had to end it But through all of this, I'm here Take and let hope floats I'm still here, take note and let hope I'm still here, notes and let hope float
You can do the same shit that I'm You can do the same thing that I'm doin', I'm here, take note, let it, uh-hah Still here, take notes and let it float, Still here, and let it You can do the same I'm doin', thing that I'm doin' here, take and let it, uh-hah Still here, notes, let it float, c'mon Still here, take notes, let it float, Do the same thing that I'm doin' if ya pay
I You can see it Do it, and see it, and be nobody