Dont bite the kryptonite. Beat production: DIMS1
An old school hip-hop head with a futuristic flow & unique style.
Lyrics
I’m feeling like I just cut a 25 to life short
Jumped the fence skipped court & got mad support
At home -- behind the glass my environment
I found my promise land man & ima die in it
All I need is gravity and a mic in my fist
Maybe a steak & a bitch on the side and that’s it!
But some folks struggle, to find paradise
They minds aint right trying to fight lifes devices
Money before Fam is your 1st mistake
Everything, after that follows the head of the snake
Feel me like a earthquake playa..
Pipe dream chasers aint Ice Cream makers
I see young boys on the block not knowing they dreams is shattered
On a dead-end road, thinking they on they way to Jacobs Latter
On the grind, complicated minds
Fogged up they goggles got they 3rd eyes blind to -- focus baby..
Recognize industry villains when they move to strike
Hold tight baby don’t bite the kryptonite
Get your money right, despite the method
Whether is big pimpin or rippin records…x2
Tell me this my man, you got a back-up plan?
Oh you got a plan to put a plaque on the wall, I understand
Well it’s a million mother fuckers just like you
Trying to fight they way through the industry’s fallopian tube
To give birth to 1st place, kid work the wordplay
The rest of your life’s a mess, stressed out the worst way
You on that Suicide do or Die shit
Eggs in one basket like, wrap me in plastic bitch
Calm down! I understand your hunger pains
Brother we came from the same ball & chain
Disadvantaged from jump in this, game of fate
Went from, section C to section 8
The only difference is I put my nose in the books, bet
New skill sets, reality checks yo
Bottom line -- fuck it just back up the truck
& let me throw this on a triple beam & let DIMS1 chop it up…
Break –
Recognize industry villains when they move to strike
Hold tight baby don’t bite the kryptonite
Get your money right, despite the method
Whether is big pimpin or rippin records…x2