[Intro: Jimmy Nice]

Uh

[Verse 1: Jimmy Nice]

I jotted in my journal the words of a martyr

For any fatherless son to take it and journey farther

But please don’t offer help that you ain’t never heard me ask for, I’m the

Amadeus of the permanent marker, I be

Workin’ too hard for new rhymers to get, you’ll find me with

Couple unimpressed dons, my wifey under left arm

A tatted chest to rest on, sex up in the restroom

Probably the reason we ain’t make it to thе restaurant

Seinfeld, scrеam masks, the TV is to blame

Push Pops, Pamela, Pinky and the Brain

A shark tooth chain mixed with the sound of marbles clickin’ in the lanes

Disposable cameras up on the train, this the '90s

Why step outside when you got chatrooms?

Searchin’ for the love of your life, pray that it happens soon

Wire me another two-fifty, I’ll show my tattoos

Wi-Fi connection too weak, I’ll meet you back at noon

Digital natives, physical failures

Reminders of the fuckin’ music industry we slave in

Where dirty fits is like the hits of dopamine we’re cravin’

Blow up Instagram and watch your brittle worlds cave in

[Interlude: Antwan Horfee]

Like, I don’t care

Not about making money, it’s about

Being able to do, uh, every little thing you wanna...

You wanna do. Every little thing you wanna share with people

Every little idea, you have to make it

If you don’t make it, nobody’s gonna make it for you

That’s something nobody can take from me, too

It’s... you have to build your own days of life

Then you can be proud of yourself, of your existence

You feel useful because you builded something that is yours

Nobody can take it from you

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]

I jotted in my journal the words of a poet

For any motherless daughters that weren’t as stoic

I see it clear through the centre all I fear is my temper

I’m the severed ear of Van Gogh, and this is my magnum opus

I used to bend the TV antennas to get reception

Today I helped some adolescents channel their aggression

Remotely, aided by all my audio confessions

But fuck your complexion, the ending’s the same in every section

So, when you add or subtract an ‘e’ to heroin

You’re left with two completely different medicines

Thomas Edison power, send the president flowers

A MADIDEA’s to re-up on a key of powder

Crowd of twenty-thou collected to hear me rhymin’ ether

The critically acclaimed, criminally inclined leader

I’m like a gun for hire any time I feature

Hollered at Father Time and told him that Mama Nature need him right now

The bacteria on a hundred-rack bundle

The nits on Rapunzel, the kindergarten visit to the jungle

So if we do forget our place

Simple reminder that we’re floatin’ in space shall keep us humble

Janet’s son

[Interlude: Jimmy Nice]

How you like me now?

Figure out what it is you have to say

Shit

Once you find that, figure out how to say it

[Outro: Nas, Jimmy Nice]

"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"

"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"

Yeah

"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"

"You a kid, you don't live what you rap about"