1| Back in the days, I had of rapping on stage Imagined listening to radio where my would get played tragic, I never fathomed that the magic will fade Lets it back to the days when I established my name I was for beats, like the melody was something to eat (Bars) a a week was nothing to me As as I had something deep to crush a sucker MC I won battles but in a couple I fumbled, defeats I was hard, way harder than other artists did At 17, on FM, I went bar for bar with swiss lyrics for 45 minutes Ready and No lie, you can ask that was there and plain, my CD got critical acclaim I began to build an position in the game Quicker than I could think, I was all my aims I miss them days, now it's 'cause shit isn't the same
Everything that goes up must down I was before, but I'm fucked up now Got a bit of success, like it at all It's that I document my rise and my fall If it's not your destiny then not meant to be In the mirror, face to face my worst enemy Got a bit of success, didn't it at all It's time that I document my and my fall
2| Before volume 2 dropped, my died I never stopped, I carried on busting rhymes Putting on a brave face but it was tough at night I couldn't sleep 'cause my nightmares were nothing Volume 2 out, got live in the press Regardless, I was still stressed and depressed More successful, the more I stuck in a web ate away at my soul 'till nothing was left There were about, I heard a dirty sound They even tried to say Chancers turned me down Everyday, they were on the phone, get me on that show I had to tell 'em straight, look, I didn't wanna go I didn't wanna Had nothing to bruva In '05 I won an for best new comer But that shits all They say the only thing worse than not getting you wish for Is it
Everything goes up must come down I was alright before, but I'm up now Got a bit of success, like it at all It's time I document my rise and my fall If it's not your destiny it's not meant to be In the mirror, to face with my worst enemy Got a bit of success, like it at all It's time I document my rise and my fall
3| I just can't handle the chins And the chatting My issues had me decision to quit rapping It's (why?) 'Cause that really did happen I my mind everyday Kept But I'm a lyricist, I for this I to stop Got 3 off my chest Then hit Writers pissed, I was getting sick of my topics A pad of paper, I fill one line of it Seeing rappers in magazines, I I'm better than has-beens when really I'm just a never-been Me and my clique would be rich if we American Those negative are so clear when I remember them I hope you heard a bar, you maybe relate with strange, it never remains the same, it changes It wasn't just that made me make this 'Cause we all rise and fall on a basis...