(Chorus) just another rapper with some verses and a dream / competing with a million other rappers on the scene / hustling and trying to get my city on my team - if your doing what i'm doing / you know what i mean / hands in the air if your representing hip-hop / keep them in the air if your representing hip-hop.
i got rhymes all in my head / got cut raps what i bled / i make mince meat out of microphones - and eat beats up like bread / been doing this for years / blood sweat and them tears / i've been booed at while onstage - and hated on by my peers / went to work on my rap game - now haters aint saying a damn thing / i'll be doing this 'til i pass man - and i put that on my last name - i'm trying to make your trunk knock / booties up in the club drop / rock shows like punk rock - for my peeps down with hip hop.
*it's now stopping and no quitting we stay spitting / we journeymen come early man peep the rendition / top shelf submission holding my position fools trying to hang with me end up at a lynching / yeah cds for sale in the lobby i wish it was a job but it's more like a spendy hobby / yeah we do it lively / disco balls blinding / b dubs titty signing still i'm.
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i'm repping for the mc's with no record deals and no cheese / microphone in the closet pro tools on an old pc / rocking out in the clubs always trying to work on a buzz / three hot albums out already and still can't get no love / rappers you don't know about from new york to down south / working on their vocal / and representing their locale / trying to make your trunk knock / booties up in the club drop / rock shows like punk rock / for their peeps down with hip-hop.
*aye we started off pop locking / cardboard boxes on the pavement / freestyle sessions in the basement / did my share of stages fitted with small crowds but we still spit for love representing for our towns huh / pasco bulldog hop sh** like bullfrog / spitting these bars with jason f and i still hold it down because i'm way to fresh / fresh whatever year you suckers / it's all ours get clear motherf******.
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i do it for myself and all the others / trying to be discovered / working hard to polish their game / making beats and rapping / trying to make it happen / with balls enough to follow their dreams / everybody wants a record deal to be signed / some of us are good enough others are just blind / if your making music for more than to get dough / grab your pen and pad maybe we can collabo.
*so here it goes i'm just holding on to my pen / sharpen my weapon / when i get my mind on these verses it's like i mic stepped in / way back in 1989 when he killed him with that right hand / i'll do the same to the microphone you aint got to ask if i'm nice man / outwilling with all these rap cats / that think they tough but they just a batch / batch b**** look them run when my crew trip / they don't want none and i move quick / on to the next / beat i'ma kill with the palm i'ma wreck / if you want back home know i do it to death so the standing.
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written by jason f and n. hodge / instrumental by lexi banks / recorded and mixed by jason f @ The SoundLab / mastered by brook floyd @ Rainmaker Studios