[Hook]
Mama gave birth but she really never had me
Mama gave birth but she really never had me
[Verse 1]
The creator blew breath
Beat the pill, skipped abortion I have battled thru death
Six months first words, 32 steps
Told Moms I’m done playing, ref gave me two techs
I’m
Gone
She was looking at me weird
Like you been here before
I said fatherfucker yea
Nobody got that joke, until a year or two later I was writing on paper
People was scared
Y’all don’t see I wasn’t born
I was hatched, I’s created, I was built, I was formed
I was sculpted I was molded I was crafted I was carved
I was generated made, from the image of a God
Now the standard has been lifted
And the cheers are going up
I was sent to raise the bar
Walking in cheers everybody yells Sha
So you I’m not the norm
Y’all don’t get it
Y’all been warned look
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[Verse 2]
School didn’t help
My parents gave an effort
But I swear I was raised by Melle Mel’s message
And a Public Enemy that had Flavor and a professor
And a crew that rocked Adidas with a rapping future reverend
A radio toting emcee that was confessing
How he needed love and was bold enough to address it
A DJ that ran for president with a legend
By his side
Monotone and wise infusing lessons
In my bloodstream when I came up
My daddy wasn’t there but Big Daddy Kane was
Queen Latifah, Fresh Prince, royalty I witnessed
I was learning how to act before I even paid attention
Craig G’s verses, G Rap’s wordplay
Pun spit it perfect
Masta Ace and my brother Lord Digga
Can’t thank that man enough for teaching me to pen a scripture
Peeping Dana Dane, Slick Rick stories
Grand Puba, man you would see me flowing as a shorty
I was
Bumping Naughty, and Tribe when I was young
Just watching and dreaming of joining The Native Tongues
Black Sheep was different
GZA provoked thought
Snoop gave a nucca style
By 96 I was caught
I clowned around when I hung around with the underground
But when my hood was crazy violent
I was holding on to weapons, I was on the corner dwelling by the dumpster one night I heard Brenda’s baby crying
I watched Bishop turn into Lucky before he died
And I ain't hold it all inside..
I let it out studied
Ten crack commandments, Friend or Foe, illmatic
Nas made his memory lane so graphic that we shared a project window where he was seeing the static
It was just like mine in my mind
Dope addicts
It was Ice Cube’s solos, KRS cover with the burner in the photo
Looking like Malcolm
Shit when Busta went dolo
I was so inspired
Saw that Roc-a-Fella logo
Then I got hired
My mob was deep
My rhymes was shallow
It started coming from the soul
When I got into battles
And right now I’m afraid ‘cause these rappers are babbling
So I’m looking at the future it’s baffling I don’t know
Shit is missing
That Wu Tang look
NWA essence or a Nate Dogg hook
Or Gangstarr’s purity
Can’t you see it?
Yo the game’s looking old I’m a brand new being
I was spawned, I was merged from the clouds perspiration
And the sun hit my mother with light from the constellations
And it took one day to bring you this here creation
So I got the Lord beat
I’m telling you
Don’t sleep on me