Verse 1I woke up early in the morning with victory on my mind
Attempting making a classic got my hands scripting lines
Thinking hard as I improvise
On how to be a hug success in this game as my failures become minimized
Make people feel all the stories that my pen describes
I don't need fancy jewels combined with expensive rides
Or platinum plaques for my career to be legitimized
To be the illest alive is what I visualize
It takes work and focus to get heard and noticed
That's why my pen labor is hard to make my verses potent
For all my listeners who always stay earnesty devoted
Committed to make a purchase and not download it
My rhymes are loaded as I shoot for the throne
When I on hiatus since then, the rumors have grown
On how I threw the pen away and left the music alone
But still I prove to be prone to write illuminous poems
Spark a light on gloomy days like a thug shoothing a chrome
I spend a lot of time with the pads, including in the zone
And igniting pages day and night with the fuse for my dome
Burning these fake cats and consuming they clones
HookYou don't understand my life, my goals and my story
You don't understand that I'm here now to get the glory
You don't understand my plans, my mind and my passion
And how the time has arrived for me to make it happen
You don't understand the struggle, the pain of sacrifice
Plus the love that I pour in these pads and mics
If you don't understand how to make a classic LP
Then you don't really understand what it takes to emcee
Verse 2Long hours, lack of sleep, writing paragraphs for weeks
Deciding which one of my rhymes I should scrap or keep
Devising a type of sound I think'll attract the streets
Mastering this craft ain't a easy task to complete
When you try to raise to rank one among rap elites
Without even selling your soul or comprimising your image
To change who you are and be falsified with gimmicks
Just to please very fan and get applause from the critics
Thoughts of being a legend have always prompted my spirits
To go the extra length right past the margins limits
I sacrifised Alicia to women and all my vices
Just to be mentioned with raps most remerkable writers
Trading my social life to writing bars with preciseness
In the end, I'm sure that the rewards will be priceless
Either be a waste of talent living poor and righteous
But that's something I fear, that's why I was forced to write this
Hook
Verse 3Yo, the limelight, the glamoring glitz, it all tempts me
I wouldn't mind having bad chicks trying to caress me
But I don't make songs that seem ringtone friendly
I'm thinking of the perfect lines 'till my dome's empty
For listeners to have my quote frozen in their memory
Radio don't impress me with these finger snap tunes
If it ain't for the kids, it's for the killers and rap goons
And I go beyond both, so you can't box me in
I'm making timeless records, outlasting any hottest trend
With years from now, would probably still get a lot of spins
Unlike you other cats who rhyme for patrons, bottles and rims
These ain't Hollywood raps talking about riding a Benz
This was made for cats who walk blocks with unpolished Timbs
Getting their hands dirty to get dollars to spend
I drop this product for them, plus my riders and friends
Two doors to meet my dreams and still remain alive at the end
Hook
- 专辑：The Element Of Surprise
- 歌手：Rashad
- 歌曲：Understand
