Shit im back to where I started
But it just seems to me a little bit lack of hearted
These days are gettin' darker than black permanent marker
It seems to me like
People gettin regarded over gettin retarded
Or some other type of garbage
Look back at the heroes of hip hop
This shit is not the soul of Biggy or Pac
Got the rhymes cocked, ready to drop lyrical dos and do nots
Like do do rock
And do stay hot
But do not flock
To every new new Bach
Get off the cock
Of the "new new Pac"
There's no new Pac
Only wannabe knock
Offs
So knock it off
Cause rap is an art
And I wanna be on top
Lookin down at the bott
Ummm
So I'm looking for my daily dose of
Ummm
Lookin for my daily dose of
Lookin for my daily dose of
Lookin for my daily dose of
But can't find my daily dose of
Down down
Up up
Left right
Left right
There is no contra code to life
No extra tries
No unlimited life
no extra lives
Try try that's the only way by
You give up now, you're refusing to fly
By and by days go by
we fry and cry
And lie and buy
Expensive shit that don't solve this
Shit we ain't dealing with
Built up anger on top of some ancient sentiments
Were all sentient
And that's got me bent
Because I intend to be the best
At making sense outta senselessness
Repent
Repent
That's all they're sayin these days
Repent
Repent
Brotha my soul is spent
And I ain't got no more spirit to lend
I'm just lookin for my daily dose a
Hook
Fame
I could give a rats ass
Said Fame
I could give a rats ass
But fame
I could use some cash
Said fame
I could use some cash
Rising star?
Shit maybe
I ain't gonna say shit except man wait and see
Young Copper selling out the NYC
Maybe in time it won't all be a dream
I won't be struggling to pay these fees
I won't be struggling to make ends meat
I'll just be
Mikey B, Young Copper
Sippin champagne starin at the sea