Can it be I stayed away too long listen, you gotta put me on put me on did I leave your mind when I Ain't nothing like hip-hop music. Well, it's not my thing trying to get back. Listen, you gotta put me on put me on this time Let me tell you I Got a brother that rapper sister that singer cussing that slinger uncle upstate time in the baby before the block What with the cops farmers with crops shovels in their hands screaming legalize the Peter Tosh They even got hip-hop cops follow me red dot keep a camcorder just in case they want to frame the horse I thought you off guard this versus uninspected. Listen, like when I robbed on big punch records I got a swagger. I cut any rapper mind over matter lyrical dagger like alcohol I'm back for you live a quiver shiver body temperature get found in Hudson River deliver a message to your mom You won't be coming home running becomes a gun and the gunner becomes a hunter the hunter because the hunted on America's most wanted I reminisce had no cash for tomorrow, but excited tonight Oh We entered into hip-hop we were young gifted and boundless attracted to the freedom the courage power profoundness We had our pretensions dissensions conventions, but there was room to learn that we were open to the challenge Then came the fame money notoriety hypocrisy than anxiety Most of us up quietly from PR to ER the freedom got detour to turn the boat for you Escape from reality afraid of exposure pride denied closures did what they told you agendas and egos began to live through us They started to take what they were supposed to get to us distorted dynamics But he goes gigantic emotional artists got bought sold to the damage black disadvantage No facts mismanaged bad contracts to stand to take You Most bloody yeah the most wanted house of food He stayed the most haunted guys and dogs jump right on it 10 years later It ain't ironic straight 16s up the screen triple beam like Sinatra Davis Indeed everything in between if you know what I mean when I be where you are is American dream But I was often told I was off my brother sold my soul for the glitter of gold Yeah, the truth be told I made the mold 23 years old 20 million So that classic man like spaghetti Western black baby style always Texan bombing on your dog from master I You