[ Featuring Sketch Tha Cataclysm ]
I was born atop the death of the disco era coked up
Knee high to a shell toe when I post up
You can smell it like I'm a make the most of
Pick of fist in the hair like I'm not supposed to
Be this No read this Yo check this
Picked his name solely on the fact you can't believe
My path's tuned by a thumpin in the distance
Not the only detour in existence
GNR T-shirts Kool G Rap in the notebook
Cared more bout the know how than the now look
Went left when my people threw the right hook
P-Funk dig it up duct tape the floors up
Bubble letter the output
Never question the advance of the good foot
F*ck fame bet it all on a dream
Just heed to keep shoveling the coal when you lose full steam hmmmmm
And I'm this much hip hop
Your zin zins way off and you don't rock
Wobble to me with your lees and your high-tops
Grudge upon your shoulders co-dependent with the boom box
Shrug it off like you're this much hip-hop
Mad paid teeth gleam when you photo op
Wobble to me with a grudge and a bottle pop
Shrug upon my shoulder co-dependent with the boom box
A million MC's in a one horse town
A million DJ's in a one horse town
A million Graph Writers in a one horse town
A million B-Boys in a one horse town
Measure up
Pay no attention to the color of the fist
Fight cause for the effect never do it for the mulah
Just in the second that I schooled ya
We could of danced on a skull or two; my maneuvers
Pay homage to a fat-laced put ya foot down
Take notes be dope or be gone camaraderie
A get up and get down mentality
As I stay grounded with a mind space oddity
And I'm pissed 'cause you think it don't exist
When my sandals walked what you never knew eclipsed
The limelight but it's alright
I got enough coal to keep the dream lit
Yeah but the shovel don't dig itself
And the money don't make the wealth
And the joker don't make the joke
The mirror don't make the smoke
And a sucker don't make success
Many a truth is in the jest I guess hmmmm
And I'm this much hip hop
Your zin zins way off and you don't rock
Wobble to me with your lees and your high-tops
Grudge upon your shoulders co-dependent with the boom box
Shrug it off like you're this much hip hop
Mad paid teeth gleam when you photo op
Wobble to me with a grudge and a bottle pop
Shrug upon my shoulder co-dependent with the boom box
One million legends in a one horse town
A million show boats in a one horse town
A million gun toters in a one horse town
A million nobodies in a one horse town
Measure up
