Z-Tec - Before I Started Rapping

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Man before I started rapping I was going through a lot of crazy shit
The story went a little like this
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Before I started rapping I had a basic life
I had the same old sneakers all day and riding bikes
I had the same old friends that would always start a fight
And the same old bitch that would never do me right
Before I started rapping I said fuck class
Use to sneak into the back, unzip and get ass
Use to pop pills, xannyz, blue dolphins all that
Use to pull up to the party and say where the grass
Where the grass at man I wanna smoke
Where the blunts at man I wanna toke
If you don't got both then I gotta go
If you don't got both then I gotta go
Back in my teen
I was a hell of a fiend
A empty soul with no dream
Always planning on a scheme
Yes it is what it seems
A kid with low self esteem
Just tryna redeem
A figure he wasn't suppose to be
Little did I know I could spit bars
Didn't know that yet so I popped bars
Little did I know that I would blow
Didn't know that yet so did blow
Two years later I joined a new clique
Some ambitious motherfuckers who never sold bricks
Some determined motherfuckers who never held a stick
Some persistent motherfuckers that would always go and spit
So let me take you back and reminisce
I was in the tenth grade skipping class still a jit
I was with my clique wanted to dip so we went to his crib
A beat started playing and I said what is this
They said this is a instrumental
A therapy session to another level
You gather your thoughts then you hit the pedal
You spit all your thoughts then you win the medal
I see where your going with this
But why don't you go first so I could see how to spit
He did, he hit sixteen bars real quick
You see lil homie it don't get better then this
Heart racing, blood rushing oh my god
For once I didn't dare feel camouflaged
Heart racing, blood rushing oh my god
For once I didn't dare feel camouflaged
So I started rapping started hitting a couple flows
Started to get the pain off my chest to balance out the lows
Was it fire? Probably not, but deep inside I wasn't gone stop
I'm never gonna stop till I hit the top and if I drop I will not flop
That day I went home and I couldn't sleep
I couldn't even think well man I couldn't eat
Told myself this is my true calling
Like Martin Luther King said "I have a dream"
I had a dream and I had motivation
I had to put my goals on drive without even racing
I called up God and yes, had a conversation
He said Frank, yes start the detonation
So I started detonating the songs back to back
People stared and laughed and mentioned that I wouldn't last
I don't care, I'm bad but imma keep doing that
Till I'm rare and rad and you could put that on my dad
Aint no stopping till I hit two commas
Hold the beef I don't want no drama
Aint no stopping till I hit two commas
Yes you could put that on my momma

Written by:
Franco Zelaya

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