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Peak #1,927
Peak in subgenre #1,054
Author
Jeremy Andres
Uploaded
April 29, 2011
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:26
Lyrics
Its about that time again, so its a nice welcome back I'm home
Writing all these thoughts of mine on a pen and pad, setting the tone
So much as gone on in my life since I last spoke to this microphone
As I can feel and see, this creativity got me back in the zone
Back in the day, I said bye to Nay, so we parted our ways
Closed chapter aint hard, pulling the Trump card, she just got phased
Encountered a whole new crew, I grew and matured into a better me
Good days nowadays so cheers to that, with a glass of Hennessy
Refreshed my mind with childlike dreams as I'm planting the schemes
To find the woman to my queen, like the MVP to my team
Far away are the days of RSC and amazingly, I keep it free
Still writing about this life of mine perfecting this craft rigorously
Aggressively reaching for success to be the best I'm heading back to college
Educating my mind cause I want my foundation to be solid
Knowledge is limitless and I am bound to achieve it all by my curtain call
By the last tick of my clock, I give ya all I got, and its just for ya'll
Its been a wonderful two years and I must say that I'm blessed
Yes, although I wont lie I lost my best friend to the Northwest
Yo but we continue on, keepin it fresh for every four seasons
Ressurecting my game in this like it was April twenty fourth Easter
Two thousand and eleven, feelin good on this state of mind of mine
So dont dare test my spine, I'm entertwined and bound to rhyme
Few knew me, for those who know me as Jprime this is the second coming
Some love me some dont, I'm not here to appease you f*** in dummies
Cause back in hay day this is all I had, the pen and the pad and a beat
When this mic was the only thing in the world that wanted to hear me speak
Goin for another run at it like the Lakeshow going for a second threepeat
In the teeth of the game, I'm grinding surely or not look at what I'm findin
Gettin back in the gym, the two four status ballin and breakin fools down
On the nights of full moons, its time for the blue moons at the bar stools now
I hope you hear me now that I'm back don't want you to get burned yo
Before I sign off on this beat, a rest in peace to my Uncle, Ruperto Cinco!
