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Reaching for the Stars
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instrumental from 50dollarbeats.com, tight track, rip it up in the third verse.
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Midwest rap meets classic hip-hop in this hook based, lyric driven style of music. They ain't makin' 'em like this anymore.
what uuuup. its t-james. this is my anthology, my passion, my craze. if you listen to a song of mine and dont like what you played, dont be too quick to click away from this page. cause each one is different, unique in its sound, quit listening to your radio and keep me around. if you were to leave knowin one thing about me, i crowd please, until there aint a soul that doubts me.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #851
Peak in subgenre #463
Author
written by t-james
Rights
back porch records
Uploaded
December 05, 2008
Track Files
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:05
Lyrics
Tired of living the life that I’m livin Tryna take advantage of whats God-given My best on every verse that I’ve written Sit and listen, this is my mission Now workin hard to reach for the stars And I start to reach FOR THE STARS And I start to sleep, keep dreamin Keep believing, reaching FOR THE STARS My creativity sparked a flame within me Once I became rhythmic I strained to explain vividly All my main history, why t-james is who he Is today, sayin just pump the fame into me even with pallidity check my credibility it’ll be atleast 110 percent of me lickety split, written scripts are flipped quick with ease Wickedly trickin beats out with slick imagery Inexplicably I spit with intimacy While other rappers covers are ridiculous fees critically assessed tho I’m visibly blessed my toxicity makes ya talk shit to me less Relentless, I’m a menace on the Premises Messing with Effervescent collections of messages Comin in fresh like wind up under ya dress I do whatever it takes to make you fuckers impressed Tired of livin the life that I’m livin Gotta take advantage of whats god-given Pick up the mic, and Find the damn rhythm, Fortune and fame, its time to go get em’ Now workin hard to reach for the stars And I start to reach FOR THE STARS And I start to sleep, keep dreamin Keep believing, reaching FOR THE STARS Most drive with maps and follow the signs I’m tryin not to be a follower and fall into line So I sever my mind and rap whatever I find If its incredible rhymes in my head I design Unforgettable lines whether weather is fine Or northwest rain is on a steady decline I’m clever with each of these endeavors of mine I never do crimes so I will never do time Captivating the crowds with tether and twine til together they chime each and every line of mine Mr. Red Wine, better with time Now tell me some ones raps that are better than mine Back stabbers sneak around and slither like snakes spill the liquor from ya liver til ya shiver and shake So I innovate, its always been a trait Penetrate the game, keep it goin like a figure eight Tired of livin the life that I’m livin Gotta take advantage of whats god-given Pick up the mic, Find the rhythm, Fortunes and fame, its time to go get em’ Now workin hard to reach for the stars And I start to reach FOR THE STARS And I start to sleep, keep dreamin Keep on reaching reaching FOR THE STARS Sellin my life every time that I write Every line that I type is designed with the right Pause—hittin you quick like malt liquor Balls bigger than boulders to make you all fall quicker Small figure but a lotta confidence It all depends to occupants if I get compliments Weight is poured onto me, everyday I’m probably Escaping quandaries its as if I was Sean Connery Nobody is onto me, Cause if I suffer poverty I’ll probably dream up a successful bank robbery Promise me the cash, a way out of the monotony From mockery to hot MC, now no one here is stopping me Makin them my property all of you are chicken shit Not quick wit it or sick wit it, I rip it all articulate a sip of it a little bit is dangerous to fiddle with And It’ll get ya feelin like ya drank a fuckin fifth of it Ridiculous how sick with it I spit when it gets intricate The lift you get the minute you sit and listen is different There. another success I do whatever it takes to make you impressed
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