See, I'm a black man and I don't know how to sing, and I don't know how to dance, and I don't know how to preach to no congregation, and I'm too small to be a football hero, and I'm too ugly to elected mayor...but I watch TV though. And I see as these people in their fine homes and nice cars they drive, and get all full of ambition.
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions,
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions.
Now if all of was to conjugate, congregate, great will be our escape if we jump at the opportunity,
Great Caesar's ghost - I'm so stumped at what you do to me,
In the midst of my surrender the picture is painted beautifully, grace the pages of print adds,
Granted: been in the game, serving a ten year stint, adds value to the brand,
Was afforded the chance to get Canibus to lend a hand,
The plan standard was previously set,
No emotion shown, stone-faced got you all shook, blurring the vision of every outlook,
Being worried about it - pointless in my book,
Adjust the blueprint to save face, disgrace past mistakes - but why?
You wasn't honest in the first place,
Friends fail, close partners in my proximity,
Let hate blind, but still I push on 'cause they can't limit me,
Simply to step the stones I stepped on,
Dang, that Coff's a tough nut to crack - he black,
He just kept on, stronger than the pressure in car tyres, oppression and apartheid,
With pride, jello-mesh with the dark side,
Dangers of ambition and drive, (of which of I decide?)
To come with the decision the survive and just strive,
And '06 from '95 we been promising live,
All the fellows say...
All the ladies say...
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions,
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions.
If you really want the truth, I'll tell it,
They ain't worried about your soul, they want the artist to sell it,
They want their image embellished, they want you spending your relish,
They want the bottom of the profit line in pluses and swelling,
It's ugly ain't it, how the industry's tainted?
And while we never took the title "Gospel rap" and then claimed it,
'Cause I'm sick of having sicker flow,
Mind-bending time travel, running back, future flow,
Ahead of time suture flow, healing for the wounded soul,
Deeper than the surfical, snatch it from the reaper's hold,
So me and my mans, we form our latent plans to stack you grand and buy a little land too,
Hand over hand, 'cause even if we got to, we will hit the block in the van like a rock group.
Listen to ambition,
No "Can I kick it?",
No time for can kicking when the Canibus spit it,
It's the bonafide soldier,
My fuel mix, rich like Oprah,
She hate hip-hop - so what?
Governor president came to visit the regiment two weeks after the president to give us some medicine,
A black bucket of paint blacked out much of my face, blacked out what I wanted to say,
Write a rhyme every other day,
Coffee keep me up and awake,
I'll bust rhymes 'cause I wanna be great before it's too fake and too late,
Before destiny meets fate I hear ghost signals in the mix tape,
Never stereotype it, it'll be a sound burial tonight if I catch you on a karaoke mic,
Clip on my whiskers handling my Gotee business,
Call upon your witness,
Grits and Canibus spit encrypted Canibus code,
Flows tabulated below, amidst bits and notes Germane wrote,
Pardon the poor pauper with nothing to offer from his coffer, coughing up a mouthful of volcanic sulphur,
Walking towards the altar, hand in hand with my father in law's daughters - my high value target,
Force get pitch forked of orbit,
Pause it, rewind what I recorded, see if the eye caught it,
Five o'clock in the morning, cup of joe boiling - who's pouring?
Bonafide lyrics - who's calling?
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions,
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions,
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions,
They tell me that the world is mine so I keep trying to find the right way to shine, the right way to grind with these ambitions.
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