•while everybody's out kicking it or up in the club / i'm at home in my studio, getting it done - i stay away from the party and the flashing lights / i'de rather be alone with just me and my mic / and i can rock a show when i get on the stage - but i'de rather be at home putting pens to a page, yeah / i don't care about the limelight / i'm into taking time, polish up and get my rhymes tight / oh, i aint in it for fame / i aint doing this for women or no qlick that i claim / all the sucka m.c's that been dissing my name / better recognize a realer cat could kill um with game, hey / my minds clear like a window / your up on stage drawing blanks from the indo / i'm repping for the real m.c's / coming from the H.E.A.R. to the T. whats up.
(chorus) sitting in my studio all alone / zipping on a brew and writing a song - everybodies at the club but i'm chilling at home / i like it when it's me and my microphone / just me and my microphone / just me and my microphone / and a pen and a pad and a beat in a quiet place and it's just me and my microphone.
•give it up for the beat / and a homie from the valley named miguel ortiz / the rhythm got me feeling things to write in my book / real life over wanna be, killers and crooks / i like to be alone with my headphones on / on a friday in my studio writing a song, yeah / i've been doing this a long time / working on my craft making sure my raps are on time / oh, i'm in it for life - the only crowd i care about is my kids and my wife / that's why you hardly ever see me dipping at night / i'de rather be at home making hits on the mic, hey / in the lab when the night falls / working on my flows 'til they hit you like a right cross / i'm repping for for the real m.c's / coming from the H.E.A.R. to the T. what's up.
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•i can tell it anything, anything when i'm falling apart or if i am falling in love / it's always going to listen to me, listen to me / i can tell it anything,anything if i'm talking 'bout life or i want to dis a couple fake thugs / it's always going to listen to me, it's always going to listen to me / i got the foam on the wall / when i'm working in my lab i don't want no one to call / everybody wants to know why i don't kick it no more / it's 'cause i'm always in the studio spitting a flow, yeah /ninety nine was my first rhyme / skratchhoundz put me on the mic for the first time / i'm repping for the real m.c's / coming from the H.E.A.R. to the T. what's up.
(repeat chorus)