[Adam WarRock]
[Verse 1]
Yo it's a dirty game
I understood that
Before Zulu nation wanted their hood back
Cold crush wanted their books back and looked at
Kane wanted his hooks back
Yo good look cat
I'm sick of rappers always talking the same
And marketed lame
And walking the same steps before them
Cause footprints in the dirt wash away
So I'm walking to get there the fastest
I can afford them
Some call me nerdy
Some call me a gimmick
But I made more in the digital market
Than you can mimic
While your sh** sits at Best Buy
Marked down on clearance
Radios still payola
But nobody ever listens
Listen
I'm here to rap about your interests, children
And inside them sits the wisdom chilling
Cause I've been chilling since '93 til infinity
Willing this music out of the dark corners
That nobody lives in
[Hook] X 2
Yo, the audience is listening
So tune in to all you've been missing
While you've been sitting
And waiting for something just slightly different
The show's ready to start in a minute, kid
[Verse 2]
Look ma, no hands
I didn't plan for this
I didn't save for the future
A couple grants for this
I put it down for this
To make the sound like this
I make the music
So clap, clap your hands to this
Categorize my style
I guess I found my niche
I blew it up and exceeded my cross-over appeal with
To seen it built i give it up to hold us down in this [?]
And Frontalot still holds the crown in this, yeah
I never aim for the present
Like Jewish kids at Christmas
I just aim for the future
Like shooting infants
And I do business with flu-ish symptoms
Cause I'm sick, give me five mics
I blew in them with cruel intentions
That's for your sister
Your brother, your mother too
I'm on the run
Like bu*ter bun[?]
Drilling holes in your shoes
Me and viks got you sea sick
From the way that we cruise
And rap's a risky business
But that's what we gotta do
[Hook] X 2