Lyrics
-V1-
So I got this e-mail from a guy named mike,
It Said hey,
go to this site and see what you can make out of this track,
This hat is so full of trix,
This world is so full of sticks and thorns, Placed by the one that scorns, by the one with honrs,
against the good, against the hood of my car,
that doesnt seem to want to start for a smart kid doing his best with a free beat,
BeatJack.com is the place where the Bass rings out, where the crowd sings out.
-C-
Knowledge is the key,
if you really want to be free,
if you really wanna hit it,
if you really wanna get it,
boy you just cant quit it,
Let the crowd be the Judge,
Make it Hott,
and they'll nudge you into fame,
into money into honies that,
just want your money,
or you could make my style cuz I chose to Walk...
-V2-
The outer mile is the place where I reside,
where I co-inside with no Pride,
Cuz this beat isn't really my style,
but i thot,
maybe I'll think outside the box for a while,
Look at the, Big picture,
people running around with their feet on the ground,
with their heads in the clouds,
Chasing after money...
I think it's all so funny,
cuz 1 day,
maybe on a Sunday, things will change.
Millions be gone or maybe a trupment blast from the past,
making it known,
making it show, that you just missed your Cue,
you better lace up your shoes if you plan to,
Survive this test,
Put your best foot forward.
-C-
Knowledge is the key,
if you really want to be free,
if you really wanna hit it,
if you really wanna get it,
boy you just cant quit it,
Let the crowd be the Judge,
Make it Hott,
and they'll nudge you into fame,
into money into honies that,
just want your money,
or you could make my style cuz I chose to Walk...
-V3-
Lord, it aint no thing cuz it Never is with you,
we are the few, the unproud,
your servents at the gate,
What? a white man of GOD that flows and stows away the things of GOOD in his heart?
That's wierd.
or are all the kids these days saying "that's whack."
what they don't realize is there is more to life then dollars bills and a cadillac,
Maybe they're so,
Dopped up on prozac,
from their parents that they cant open their eyes,
They wear a,
disguise of a smile on their face when the place in side their heart is empty,
Dang, That was a sad but true line,
I am almost out of time on this beat,
and not once,
did i try to,
compete and build my self into,
a money making hustla',
or a busta pimpin' hoes....
Cuz you like it...
