Verse
1
Back
in
'88
the
little
neighborhood
terror
Strated
writin
rhymes
back
in
hiphops
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
And
the
box
was
rockin
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
in
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
Mr.
Jinx
and
my
partner
Doc
Suess
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
aint
had
no
equipment
if
we
did
we'd
be
set
'94
was
the
years
moms
passed
on
Bouncin
place
to
place
just
tryne
to
find
a
home
I
Hooked
up
with
JayD
and
mo
duce
and
mobb
5
3rd
floor
productions
man
we
dropped
comin
live
Chorus
No
matter
what
as
the
years
went
on
I
couldnt
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
dont
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
murderkill
people
couldnt
believe
That
that
kid
Mr.
Jinx
just
changed
his
whole
steez
Did
a
couple
of
tracks
and
put
it
out
on
dubs
And
the
heavy
metal
freakshow
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
oversee's
gimme
props
Blow
my
mind
everytime,
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
Cuz
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
you
name
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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