singing hook:
hello...is there any~one who care's?
anyone who can see it isnt fair?
to be forgotten after all the pain i baired?
now it is all gone............
(scratches from aesop rock sample)
"i knew what i wanted and didit till it was done..."
"i been the dream i wanted to be since day one...."

verse one:
i feel like im one of the greatest to do this-
one of the most exclusive-with eveidence that is conclussive-
and when im gone i'll be missed-
after all the hits ive writ-and the m.c.'s ive ripped-
my hall of fame plaque will probably be skipped-
the king of one liners-
feeling like an old timer with old timers-
wondering how i major in rap but rhyme with the minors-
nigguz is delerio~us-with their nefario~us-
attempts to leave me exzempt from my microphone throne-
but i cant be cloned so their is no comparing us-
am i supposed to just retire unherd at my conclusion-
get few props for my pention after my contribution-
no wonder i joke the game this shit is amusen-
how after i provided amusement they just let me die-
the radio cuts my on~air supply-
and im forced to do duets with some fags like JAMAROQUI-
life isn't aboute drive bye's in 350 i's-
i been FUCKEN cats out of their peace of the AMERICAN PIE-
like that guy-but the question is why?-
im the only one who notices my progression-
how i mature in each song going through the transgression-
or notice i only battle to fight my tension and depression-
so what if i get paid a fee-if i wasnt me-
id still be writting for free-
when i said throw your hands-there were the fans-
but when i am no longer that man-will they diss me or understand-
rap isnt a life plan-eventually you can rise to the top but eventually have to land-
cats you call your fam- get imancipated when your no longer in demand-
it's redundunce-
we journey the globe but fall off the planet like the myths of COLOMBUS-
the mic is-a money grubbing whore in metaphor-leaven you ife less-after cracking my knuckles continuiosly resighting writting some of the tightest-
joints and all i have to show is lerengietest bronchiedus and authorietist?life , music and death is sopervious.


singing hook:
hello...is there any~one who care's?
anyone who can see it isnt fair?
to be forgotten after all the pain i baired?
now it is all gone............
(scratches from aesop rock sample)
"i knew what i wanted and didit till it was done..."
"i been the dream i wanted to be since day one...."