SONG LYRICS:

At 19 - got a karaoke machine/
locked myself in a room plotting the scheme/
Rocked a verse on any beat that I could find/
A scavenger of instrumentals on the B-side/

I - had a tape with all my raps/
A year passed, I invested in a 4 track/
An Sm-58 as my new mic/
A Gemini DS to get the loops right/

Lollapalooza was the best/
I’m 14 years old, watching a tribe called quest/
Remember how I felt after the p-funk set/
When they announced the beasties were up next/

I even saw Fu-schnickens on the side stage/
a big day for somebody in 9th grade/
Makes sense - that a few years later
I’d be handing out cd’s- hoping they got played!/

Right around when the nfl added the jags and panthers,
I’d pull my baggy pants up/
Sit at home with my head in a notebook trying to craft a stanza -
how I had the answers/

Emulated Reggie to be precise/
To me- the true definition of being nice/
is it memory lane or heavens gate?/
Hold up, let me take us to the present day/

40 plus - and mature to a fault/
Hard to think about a tour as an adult/
At my best in this point in time/
Watch their eyes when I throw on something new of mine/

Like oh man - (you still got it) - of course I do/
Same brain and same blood- coursing thru/
The days get a lil shorter, with more to do/
And start to test your testicular fortitude/

But one sip sets it off like pop rocks/
Upload a new heater to the Dropbox/
Never sees the light of day unless it’s top notch/
above the top shelf, call us the top top/

So pop pop - we pop off while our knees pop/
A few surgeries between us, ya see doc?
Never stopped us from pumping out heat rocks/
it’s d.e.f. Then we hit the G spot/

Bringing A games on B-sides and CDs/
Praying for a cease fire in DC/
Getting laced with Steve’s fire: I emcee/
And still cringe when people call it a hobby/

Even me, it’s just a part of the game/
And sometimes this rap shit is hard to explain/
Like what it’s like backstage, and what is your rap name and, oh damn, I just got to the last page/… more to come.