J-Metric - Fo' tha love
I do this for the love of musicWhen I first heard it
There was no confusing
Since I was little
Listening to the truest
Listening to Eminem
Trae Tha Truth
On Restless
Listening to DJ screw spin
Z-Ro The crooked
On my musical tool list
It was the coolest
Ridin' around
Listen to Pac and snoop doggs ebonics
The chronic sound
Of Dr. Dre I reminisce
On Jammin' to incubus
On my rubric
Didn't matter the genre
From Houston
To California
I'm on it
Mc Jin
On 106 and park
Sparks sparking from the microphone
Freestyle kings tear em apart
Ever since I was little
I always loved the art
Knew I would grab the microphone and tear it apart
These words hit
Hit like a fist
Slang from the wrist
I do it for the art
Words from my lips
To a place that exists
On my list
I do it from the heart
Swing and I swing
Get knocked off my feet
I get back in the ring
Music companies run monopolies
Prostituting art
That's an atrocity
I grew up hearing this philosophy
Listen to Lupe Fiasco
Tetsuo and youth
It was lyrical ontogeny
Mixing the words together with beats
Like
Collard greens
And pig feet
From the root
Of the wooden tree
Black and proud
Like brown
On mahogany
Honoring these black kings
Meanwhile I was fighting growing up
Then I grew up and got mean
People told me i'd be nothing
Fake friends tryna attack me
I been writing books
And designing my life
Like lyrics from Nate king
From Montgomery
MLK had a dream
And it was me
Matter of fact it was WE
We the future of everything
So take a nap
But don't go to sleep
Keep watching me
The Prodigy
I'm rolling deep
Like 50 feet
Or 50 miles across the street
Cause I'll do whatever's needed
For us to eat
These words hit
Hit like a fist
Slang from the wrist
I do it for the art
Words from my lips
To a place that exists
On my list
I do it from the heart
Swing and I swing
Get knocked off my feet
I get back in the ring
I was starving and an artist
Now that's a double entendre
The streets were my alma mater
Father deceased
So the streets Taught us
I toggled with finding my way
Like a toddler on a walker
Married the game
Took it to the altar
Life is not sweet but sour
I don't do this for money or power
These taste are evil and cowardice
People screw good people every hour
I know how to counter it
Listening to foolishness
Is like counting money that's counterfeit
They will lead you into a ditch
And then use you like a rod to fish
Say one thing then everything contradicts
See you know what the problem is
Everybody wants to be successful
And go on a power trip
By making you feel like a Jew in Auschwitz
People chasing vagina so hard
They should be a gynecologist
Dollars raining on stripper poles
Better call the meteorologist
These words hit
Hit like a fist
Slang from the wrist
I do it for the art
Words from my lips
To a place that exists
On my list
I do it from the heart
Swing and I swing
Get knocked off my feet
I get back in the ring
Written by:
Jeremiah Oaks
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