[INTRO] There have been moments where I have dreamed of success. There have been Brief very brief periods when I have conjoured up rememberances which The use of reason of the a later epic assures me could have reference only To that condition of seeming unconsciousness. These shadows of memories Tell indistinctly of tall figures that lifted and bored me in silence Down down still down.
[Odario] {Spitz} I never was inspired to do a damn thing 'Til the day I was hired to work a little something {yeah} I took my money and I played the rap game Everybody in doubt said I wouldn't amount to nothing {word up} Fingers crossed My mama still buggin' about the money I lost And the critics still judging Without a spirit, set out to go get it Got to reach for the sky Got to make a track bumpin' So I straighten my eye at the prize And wipe my hands so I see clear and understand To be the man, you got to beat the man I be pursuing that, thinking of a master plan Broken scheme and promises Steady losses prepared for days like this I reminise, I reminise The hip-hop news We got to maintain, contain your P's and Q's We see the knowledge not provided in college Live the course, dream to be the top dollar Promoters call us, but don't pay us Everyday, everyday they delay us They higher than the Himalayas Never, ever getting near us 'Cause they problem is they fear us doing this for years The night time new moon rise high Tranquilling your mind And to help us find {How many moons?} How many moons from what you looking for? Originate, black crowd was a Theodore Regulate, rhyme until my mind is sore Hip-hop, that's my cheri amore The only thing I'm known for is going for poor After putting in work and for going on tour I salute the young brother that be writing the verse And the one thing I ask, is to learn to earn I've never been inspired to do a damn thing 'Til I was hired to work a little somehting {something} I took my money and I played the rap game Everybody in douby said I won't amount to nothing {get a job} Fingers crossed My momma still bugging about the money I lost And the critics still judging Without spirit, set out to go get it Got to reach for the sky, got to make a track bumping So I straighten my eye at the prize And with my hands, so I see clear and understand To be the man, you got to beat the man I be pursuing that thinking of a master plan Broken scheme and promises Steady losses prepared for days like this I reminise, I reminise, the hip-hop news We got to maintain, contain your P's and Q's How many moons? Figure that out, how many moons? People scream and shout, how many moons? No doubt, how many moons? {Spitz} Yo, yo We just working in the studio Trying to make it nice, you know Trying to make it raw Some people don't know how to make it raw All they know how to do is take like leaches It's not original, in fact it's quite pitiful I take more than pop fame, Lexus with gold chains Submerged in the game where MCs have no shame, I'll explain Used to be raw, now they playing on H.E.R. In self worth, subside to sell game You can't claim credit, weren't the first one who said it Would have labelled you a sucker, no one would accept it Now, it like "dope hook man, where'd you get it?" Must have been expensive because you straight up bit it That's my word You feeling that? Mood Ruff
[OUTRO] In the return of life of the swoon, there are two stages. First, that of The sense of mental or spiritual. Secondly, that of a physical existence. It seems probable that if upon reaching the second stage, we could recall The impressions of the first. We should find these impressions elequont Of memories of the gulf beyond. And that gulf is... what?
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