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But that's the whole tragic point, my
What, would I do if I could suddenly feel
And to know once that what I feel is real?
I could cry, I could smile, I might lay for awhile
Tell me what, what would I do if I could feel

I was young, I was the times
Waitin' for my moment, I was to shine
Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, never had a on my neck
I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In Peace'

Even that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
your arm and your watch to another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side where they say rhyme
Tragedy he used to come all the time

I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the define
He had a named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush, I my first mic
I my first verse, I was about nine
I was about mine, house-buyin'

Met Paul, he some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap
I was happy, gettin' some answers
I ain't even know what a advance was

I'm seein' hoes sex in the bathroom
With rap dudes, wow, she moved me
Same girl then, now's a groupie
then she was like the star in the movie

Large jewelry and expensive
Next stop, Paid In Full posse me
they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man lookin' like touch it he me

You see, time Ra didn't show
I get to record demos at to blow
I could they tell, how did they know
years later, here I go

What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?

I'm Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal
G Rap to get us to sign to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the we wanted
Clark Kent just Das, he didn't want us

Russell said I sounded G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a little
Shit, a funny, feel a little laughter
Rebel of hip-hop comin' a white rapper

My boy MC Serch
Took me to Columbia, then CBS
Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
Now buggin' 'cause the had just dropped Def Jam

Could you Russell needin' a check, man?
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, again a movie
Then, the roster's Hill, Nas, and Fugees

Before I sold records, no
The rap world like, what's all commotion?
Went plat', mad bottles I'm
20/20 hindsight, but how did they then

What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But back to the at hand
ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats make it alive

Dated some stars but respect privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' in the driver's seat
myself down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, completed my record deal

What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?

What would I do if I could reach of me?
And to know how it feels to say, I like I see