Verse 1
Back up in the days when rapping wasn't great
I still packed up all my rage in a track that wasn't played
Recieving finger burns from writing too much lyrics
And bleeding through my words when fighting the dumb critics
No matter the times i was dropped i was persistant
Practising lines but still flopped right in an instant
I had decided what as hot from what was not
See i had to rely on my heart to jump the distance
Still was looked upon like i'm singing something wrong
From the people that will learn all of my lyrics in a song
So i decided to grab a microphone
And get my pen and my pad just to have some time alone
Even though i was kinda poor and my rap was lonely
I had my small corner and called it the rapatory
Every single emotion i had it was written
And every single flow that i had i start spittin
Chorus
Even though we got no hommies we got a mic in our rapatory
Even thought we might know that we're going tonight
The tears show in my eyes that i'll go with the mic
(x2)
Verse 2
I remember long ago back when stories was an act of glory
We used to run and hide in our little rapatory
Just to fit in what category? none
Always causing pandemonium
Now i am the only one who still working at it
Gasping for air, sacrifice my lungs for rapping
I don't really care if i lungs collapse
Yo i'll fight just to live until i'm done my track
Cause the road that i went through
Just to get notice from the strokes of my pencil
The hope that i beg for the jokes to my mental
I choke cause i wanna grab the rope to climb up over hoaxes that tempt you
Getting where i am it drained alot of energy
Staying with the enemies cause that is what my friends'll be
So if i achieve something i'mma hold it tight
So i'll hold the mic until i way to old to rhyme
Chorus
Even though we got no hommies we got a mic in our rapatory
Even thought we might know that we're going tonight
The tears show in my eyes that i'll go with the mic
(x2)
Verse 3
I slaved for the mic
My life is what i gave for the mic
I cry cause everytime i sit an write
And i try to spit a line
Everybody criticise wtih lies
(x2)
The defintion of lies is what you make it
It's fake when you play with statements
And hate when you're waiting patient
To taking the wasted phrases
And hasten the pace that changes
Disgracing the fact that rap is a game with phases
Different levels that i have beaten
And still try to meet the bar to where stars are born from speeking
Your mind regardless when you face the lies you hate to cry
But rapping is a mirror reflecting the pain inside
Chorus
Even though we got no hommies we got a mic in our rapatory
Even thought we might know that we're going tonight
The tears show in my eyes that i'll go with the mic
(x4)
