Yeah, yeah, and no one like me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, congratulations, we made it. Welcome to the crusader, it's been a long time coming yo. But I'm here now, so what you wanna do.
Always fond of girls who were just a little crazy. Always fondling which may be the fun of me. Always fond of girls with the hopeless hang-ups. I'm getting sick of it and I just can't take it.
Moving slowly in the morning light. Waiting for you to come along. Understand it's time for a change. Now I know I've got nothing to say. Looking through me like there's no one there.
Come down with me. I've got a time machine held between my fingers. Knowing now your head is loaded. So heavy as the smoke still lingers. Restless lights creeping in.
california sucks california sucks it's worse than old. new york filled with scum + wealthy worms + stupid. surfing dorks hot tubs and ja'causezi's and swaying green.
Well call the doctor quick baby. I think I'm going insane. I get the feeling that maybe. I'll be dying today. Pictures in my mind. Seem so hard to find.
I walk by your house while you're laying in bed. Thoughts of rescuing you, race through my head. I'd rip my heart out of my chest and hold it for you to inspect.
Yeah, its the remix, P-Money on the beat. Ya know how we do it this ma girls song. So ladies listen up this 'bout my lady. She knows who she is ay yo let's do it.
Action in the ways I see today. Hold me back into the world where I can stay. Go away so I can see you in my eye. The world is a panic lost in time. .
Fresh - forever rhyming eternally saving hip hop. I spell it out for you fresh like when my shit drop. S-C-R-I-B-E, the S-C chilling at the beach playing on my PSP.
I came a long way since back in the day. From a teenager trying to make it, rapping this way. Ever since I was a kid, I had something to say. Rocking Mic's was a dream, I didn't care about pay.
You try to think but you find your head full. Time slips into the hands of the wrong people. (I know you know). Crashing, howling something's coming at you.
massacres, violence film at 10 media. scumbags strike a gain shove a. face so your ratings can soar to. not a way to spend my afternoon. outer space ken and barbie on.
Back when I was 15, the year was 95 I use to dream one day I be the. Best rapper alive, I never went to. School without my walkman by my. Side and my tape-biggy smalls ready.
Can't take a train you know they move too slow. Gotta take to the airport where I wanna go. Heart beating like a million miles an hour. Listening the wind is turning sweet to sour.
On a day so long ago, now no one can remember. There's a change this too will pass and vanish in the haze. This is moving too far under the skin of your sight.
Every MC, in this industry, wants one thing. To be the best, in the top of their game. You want it? Come and get me!. . [CHORUS]. Do what you gotta do - come and get me.