Fantastic

Uhh
 Yo turn the beat up a little
 I'mma stand back from the mic a little bit
 Yo.
 Life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that
 Enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat
 Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap
 Over federal cell, growing up a young black male
 My decisions were my own
 I'm blessed, ta not get fed from a silver spoon
 It mighta spoiled my goals
 My debut it came straight from the soul
 To tell it how I see it and not blind'em wit mind control
 Could have easily adapted to trends, chasing them ends
 Which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end
 Album number two "Jewelz" garnered me praise
 It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned
 Now die-hards checking for me, showing me love
 When I'm out and about, cars pass, shouting me out
 Things get to clicking with vinyl and CD
 Start moving, change is looming, time consuming huh?
 With a slight edge in popularity
 Comes with a taste of power that can fuck up your head
 Moved on to my third LP, "Bon Appetit" was a miss
 Failure - that was the talk of the streets
 I took it as a slap in the face
 Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space
 Always been a anti-nigga, 'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter
 I made "Starchild" and "Smoke & Mirrors"
 Now look at the games, the same bunch of weirdos
 Without sayin names, the weak you accept as your hero
 Take away the music, listen to my acapellas
 My shit is art with textures depth and colors in it
 Love and pain combined with real feelings
 Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit
 When it's my time from this world to move on
 An angelic voice will be heard singing this very song
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