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[Verse: Mikey Rocks]
I'm a real dude with real problems, real issues
I live life just like you do:
I eat food, stayed up late nights grindin' to the tissue
Grandpa gone, but God is still with you
I guess death is just another form of rest
But, nonetheless, I ain't in no rush
To be another body laying on the coroner's desk, I'm fresh to death
Well, I ain't really tryna be that fresh
On this rap tip, he clips you next. So you on deck? Be calm
Yo, how am I supposed to be calm
When I'm tired of being on deck like Tony Hawk
And I grind the same, so n***as is all talk
I feel like I'm getting strangled by angel halos
Ironic, I know it is, the chronic for older kids
Hooked on phonics, ebonics is for the slower kids
Time provided, I'll show you just what a poet is
I know what it is, yo. See I'm Angel Hat high while you Grade Po-low
And I still go deeper than most
I kick rhymes with a steel toe, reason to boast
Keep my head above water, man, keep it afloat
And if I start sinking I know
I got a couple n***as with me in my boat
Shoot three at my head, homie
Man, before it's all said
They gone give you foreign exchange just like Fez
No Eric, no Red, no Donna, no Kelso, this ain't that kinda show
So, while you was hanging out, down the street
Doing the same old thing that you did last week
I was off inside the lab augmenting my speech
And all you haters do is sleep, ya'll could rest in peace. Peace