It's all the same, regardless of your rep or your name
Rappers walking in the rain, try'na state their claim
I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
There's much to be gained from the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
(It's like rap)
Used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
Then turned my rythm to commercialism
And now this curb is a prison for us to walk common streets
[Pressure]
Now if my flesh is weak, my passion is my shield
And my strength is my speech, in which I'll make men yield
Cos in this field of expertise, many rappers flex with ease
Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these
With a joint or a bottle and a picture posing crew
The only thing I learned is I can only trust a chosen few
I got respect for my crew and love for my home
Never claimed to create a throne from the use of microphones
(Just let me rise)
While all you critics claiming minor skies
Penetrating your fagan as you look into my eyes
And my surmise will be the day that hip-hop dies
Or at least until the day the mass of boys stop telling lies
With every step more of your faith companies supporting ya.
And now every breath or laugh I take
Makes me gag in nausea
It's just the asthma...
It's chokin' me, vocally
Provokin' me to live with frustation with words, but locally
Cos globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me
So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with pro(?) to see
Cos sometimes, the people just don't want to let go
Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo
But hold it now
Who said we're walking common streets?
You just kept robbing them beats, hip-hop got stolen, foul
Some lost their creativy and our sense of pride was humbled
Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle
Don't you worry cos them punks will fall off figures
Time's our only shackle
(You lost that loving feeling)
You lost that loving feeling, for the old vinyl crackles
And only time is able to heal the wounds
That was open from us choking the community and food bag
Coz Hypocrits, contradicting shit, every bit of it
I've heard more to say from dads to their children that be illiterate
I just hung my head in my hands and kept, working on the beats
For now we're walking foreign lands, maybe one day common streets
It's all the same, regardless of your rep or your name
Rappers walking in the rain, try'na state their claim
I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
There's much to be gained from the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
(It's like rap)
Used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
Then turned my rythm to commercialism
And now this curb is a prison for us to walk common streets
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Seem's I'm in a dream as I walk through the southside
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking by
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking, by
Rappers walking in the rain, try'na state their claim
I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
There's much to be gained from the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
(It's like rap)
Used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
Then turned my rythm to commercialism
And now this curb is a prison for us to walk common streets
[Pressure]
Now if my flesh is weak, my passion is my shield
And my strength is my speech, in which I'll make men yield
Cos in this field of expertise, many rappers flex with ease
Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these
With a joint or a bottle and a picture posing crew
The only thing I learned is I can only trust a chosen few
I got respect for my crew and love for my home
Never claimed to create a throne from the use of microphones
(Just let me rise)
While all you critics claiming minor skies
Penetrating your fagan as you look into my eyes
And my surmise will be the day that hip-hop dies
Or at least until the day the mass of boys stop telling lies
With every step more of your faith companies supporting ya.
And now every breath or laugh I take
Makes me gag in nausea
It's just the asthma...
It's chokin' me, vocally
Provokin' me to live with frustation with words, but locally
Cos globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me
So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with pro(?) to see
Cos sometimes, the people just don't want to let go
Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo
But hold it now
Who said we're walking common streets?
You just kept robbing them beats, hip-hop got stolen, foul
Some lost their creativy and our sense of pride was humbled
Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle
Don't you worry cos them punks will fall off figures
Time's our only shackle
(You lost that loving feeling)
You lost that loving feeling, for the old vinyl crackles
And only time is able to heal the wounds
That was open from us choking the community and food bag
Coz Hypocrits, contradicting shit, every bit of it
I've heard more to say from dads to their children that be illiterate
I just hung my head in my hands and kept, working on the beats
For now we're walking foreign lands, maybe one day common streets
It's all the same, regardless of your rep or your name
Rappers walking in the rain, try'na state their claim
I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain
There's much to be gained from the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
(It's like rap)
Used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
Then turned my rythm to commercialism
And now this curb is a prison for us to walk common streets
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Seem's I'm in a dream as I walk through the southside
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking by
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking, by