Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #12,644
Peak in subgenre #7,501
Author
Sean Johnson
Uploaded
October 09, 2003
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I gotta hold my high and wait for my window
Never let go until my time comes to die so
I'm unna never give up never never give up
I'm unna never give up never never give up
I gotta blow......I gotta lift away
I gotta make you feel what I feel as I say what I came to say
It doesn't matter if my heart pleads out in my lyrics
If you don't feel it then it's just like the sound of a spirit
And all you hear is oooohs and aaaaahs but no applause
I could spill my guts and not even a pause
But if you feel what I say they you shook in a second
I feel as though I got that power to preach poetic lessons
And I don't use it to abuse the music
Hip-hop hits the heart because the soul listens to it
When it flows like fluid you gotta move to it
No matter what you doing you drop it and feel the power coming to and
You let loose and sit back and relax with me
Let the rhythm of the rhyme set you free
Lyrically I could be the one to guide you on your trip
I won't slip I got the skill to be the tock to the tick
The drop to the drip connecting A to B
These are the power vested in me as an emcee
See it's a battlefield for me becuz people expectin nothing
Any time I grab the mic they always think that I'm bluffing
But I always show'em something that gets'em hook line an sinker
Proving I don't have to preach the bible to get believers
I find myself searching for the right typa crowd
That'll hear me and revere me and scream my name loud
And then the fuse is lit and the stage is set to blow
I cannot hold back, that's when its time to let go
That's when I show that I can put together words with wit
Cleverly piecing the puzzle to a rhyme that sick
Followed by a quoteable that's noticeable from past poets
Enforcing wisdom to a crowd that really needs to know it
To the fans that demand something better than the rest
Writings so real that they inspire the depressed
And they lift the souls of the ragged and weary
When I get in the limelight I'm overcome with a fury
It makes sick to my stomach to see some a these dummies coming
With lyrics like they balling when they can't even buy nothing
Then the real emcee's are swept up in the breeze
Overpowered by rich boy's labeled studio G's
Then the ones with real stories gotta sit back and watch
As fiction over fact turns back the hand on the clock
And the people lack the power to purge there pissed minds
That's when we turn to music and let it grab us and unwind
And the ride is rough but the goal is in the glory
And the time's are tough but they eased by the story
Of the struggle of a person working from bottom to top
It's not a challenge to rhyme it's a challenge to say what's up
To tell it unbuttered, uniced, and unadulterated
Even if it means saying that money is overrated
Putting down the bling to tell the real thing
When I grab the mic I don't say what I like, I say what I think
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