[Verse 1] Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow I used to go by the name of emcee Snow The music was a way to escape my pain In the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane As the years progressed I kept ownin' my craft Bus stop kids would laugh white kids cant rap My voice soundin' funny I was end the midst of puberty And this whole hip hoppin' rap shit was new to me 1990 made a demo age of 15 It was my dream to just bust on the scene Flat top fade, with the lines and designs Rockin' hammer pants was the style at the time Kickin' my rhymes to anybody that would listen My moms had my back and gave supportive criticism 1992 I started rollin' wit a crew My name was Mist Jinx and my partner Doc Seuss 1993 bumpin' Tribe Called Quest Playin' hooky downtown fuck a history test I had the cross colors gear with the hair up in dreads And my friends, knuckleheads we was all good kids Rappin' over instrumental records on a cassette We ain't had no equipment if we did we'd be set '94 was the year moms passed on Bouncin' place to place just tryin' to find a home I Hooked up with JayD and Mo Duce and Nine 5 3rd floor productions man we dropped comin' live
[Chorus] No matter what as the years went on I couldn't stop just writing these songs When nothin' went right and everything went wrong Used the music to just keep on Never gonna stop no I must succeed Never gonna happen if I don't believe I got goals that I gotta achieve And until I do I'll never lose that dream
[Verse 2] 3rd Floor Productions and the group iLLriginals Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted But 1997 though I guess we just had it All lost touch and Mo just passed too JayD is still reppen with the Birthright Crew And around this time I felt I needed a change I need to somethin' different wit a whole new name It was extreme I admit, it was a bit different Q Strange, murderous rap wit the sick shit Did murder kill people couldn't believe That that kid Mista Jinx just changed his whole steez Did a couple of tracks and put it out on dubs And the heavy metal freak show these kids'll love In '98 I hooked up wit this kid name Hex The crew L.U. Cipha was the group that he repped He heard my tape man he was diggin' the shit Told his kid Slowkill and his girl named Jill The next thing I know they got that shit online They had a web page, thought I'd hit the big time Anyways '99 I put out Decayed Thoughts Low budget style though shit I was poor In the year 2g I dropped C to E Now mad kids are bumpin' me coppin my CD Get mail, cats overseas gimme props Blow my mind every time, party never stops Still just strivin', strugglin', in the game Hopin' I can get some shit out and make a name For myself, only way I'll ever get the wealth Cruz this is all I do I thank yall for my help Now it's 2003 mad shit done changed I been married, separated, got a son that ???? But no matter what this music shit is still with me And if rap is still 'round I'll be flowin' when I'm fifty Underground, mainstream, wanna be on the scene But for now I can close my eyes and just dream
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[Verse 1] Back in '88 the little neighborhood terror Started writin' rhymes back in hip hops golden era Middle school hallways was bustin' a flow I used to go by the name of emcee Snow The music was a way to escape my pain In the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane As the years progressed I kept ownin' my craft Bus stop kids would laugh white kids cant rap My voice soundin' funny I was end the midst of puberty And this whole hip hoppin' rap shit was new to me 1990 made a demo age of 15 It was my dream to just bust on the scene Flat top fade, with the lines and designs Rockin' hammer pants was the style at the time Kickin' my rhymes to anybody that would listen My moms had my back and gave supportive criticism 1992 I started rollin' wit a crew My name was Mist Jinx and my partner Doc Seuss 1993 bumpin' Tribe Called Quest Playin' hooky downtown fuck a history test I had the cross colors gear with the hair up in dreads And my friends, knuckleheads we was all good kids Rappin' over instrumental records on a cassette We ain't had no equipment if we did we'd be set '94 was the year moms passed on Bouncin' place to place just tryin' to find a home I Hooked up with JayD and Mo Duce and Nine 5 3rd floor productions man we dropped comin' live
[Chorus] No matter what as the years went on I couldn't stop just writing these songs When nothin' went right and everything went wrong Used the music to just keep on Never gonna stop no I must succeed Never gonna happen if I don't believe I got goals that I gotta achieve And until I do I'll never lose that dream
[Verse 2] 3rd Floor Productions and the group iLLriginals Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted But 1997 though I guess we just had it All lost touch and Mo just passed too JayD is still reppen with the Birthright Crew And around this time I felt I needed a change I need to somethin' different wit a whole new name It was extreme I admit, it was a bit different Q Strange, murderous rap wit the sick shit Did murder kill people couldn't believe That that kid Mista Jinx just changed his whole steez Did a couple of tracks and put it out on dubs And the heavy metal freak show these kids'll love In '98 I hooked up wit this kid name Hex The crew L.U. Cipha was the group that he repped He heard my tape man he was diggin' the shit Told his kid Slowkill and his girl named Jill The next thing I know they got that shit online They had a web page, thought I'd hit the big time Anyways '99 I put out Decayed Thoughts Low budget style though shit I was poor In the year 2g I dropped C to E Now mad kids are bumpin' me coppin my CD Get mail, cats overseas gimme props Blow my mind every time, party never stops Still just strivin', strugglin', in the game Hopin' I can get some shit out and make a name For myself, only way I'll ever get the wealth Cruz this is all I do I thank yall for my help Now it's 2003 mad shit done changed I been married, separated, got a son that ???? But no matter what this music shit is still with me And if rap is still 'round I'll be flowin' when I'm fifty Underground, mainstream, wanna be on the scene But for now I can close my eyes and just dream
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