(Pro-Deuce) And there's just times, That you may feel... A bit different... About the way things are goin'... But just know that you got that Hip-Hop! Verse One: (Sung) I don't remember a time I'd tell somebody I'd be there and I really wouldn't maybe that's me not thinkin' too hard.... I'm just ahead of my time, I spend too much bein' aware when I really shouldn't maybe thats me sinkin' too far....... When you wantin' to do, but simply can't touch When your wantin' it two, but sittin' at one, When you stallin' and losin' and your life's lookin' rough know it ain't so bad, When your all over news, and in a sad one, When your all over due and down to last funds, Even all of your crews are stayin' absent, there's still a thing you have... (Rhymed) You got me, you got us, you got emcees doin' it, producers makin' beats the music is so soothing when you down, or up, this is powerful stuff, we spend hours just bumpin' this damn crowd should be jumpin' when I hit the pads and play the keys right, I please mics, lettin people know the deal, how I breath life even though I smoke too much and can't breath nice, let alone my feet feel like they might even just keel aight? I don't let it hold me back nope, but I pass smoke around as often as a open fountain catches sad hopes get it? in the same sense, I'm a muthafuckin' hypocrite listenin' to this'll be like a thistle for me into shins, like gettin' splashed in the rain when your ass is dry yet havin' your favourite track playin' in the next car passes by? ha! Just thinkabout it for a second Hopefully realize that all of our patience can be tested! (Sung) I don't remember a time I'd tell somebody I'd be there and I really wouldn't maybe that's me not thinkin' too hard I'm just ahead of my time, I spend too much bein' aware when I really shouldn't maybe thats me sinkin' too far When you wantin' to do, but simply can't touch When your wantin' it two, but sittin' at one, When you stallin' and losin' and your life's lookin' rough know it ain't so bad, When your all over news, and in a sad one, When your all over due and down to last funds, Even all of your crews are stayin' absent, there's still a thing you have

Uh Yeah, Pro-Deuce.. 1, 2, Check It, You ever find yourself... Havin' to battle yourself or somethin'? Fuck it.. I don't know... Verse One: I've been a bad person, I've been a good person only to let myself know how much that THATS workin' I passed workin' a day job, I hate that plus my ankle ain't even lettin' me pace fast it's the cravin' that gets me like the flavour of pep-si never stable anymore because I'm labeled a threat, see I'm a sucker for that love shit, it sounds fucked, yet I've had too many women that just love dick I rap life, not some thug shit, but I will do it, I just won't inform the nation of the stuff I went through, and I got the same grades in school as you, as long as you were in the halls actin' a fool, or makin' some loot, I make it the truth, cuz white lies they turn black I'm able to move, there's no sense turnin' back my doughs spent, I'm sure of that I'm in a trap a cold person because nice guys finish last Verse Two: Shit, I been a nice dude, I've had a nice bruise from fights when thinkin' I was right and still might lose I only feel like writin' when I'm in the right mood, most of y'all be thinkin' what the fuck? same as I do. I make beats from scratch, or touch the record, I write rhymes from my heart or ones to mess with your mind, the audience, your body and soul, you find it obvious I'm probably rich and snotty as those but I got a problem with a lot of shit like following goals following hopes to make it, down to the pot that I smoke, I wanna be makin' this music to reach out to all of ya folks to appall and promote, focusing on knowledge I wrote, whoa! I make it the truth, cuz white lies they turn black I'm able to move, there's no sense turnin' back my doughs spent, I'm sure of that I'm in a trap a cold person because nice guys finish last