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Along The Way
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[Jimmy Nice] Yeah. I heard somebody say The world's gonna end in a year's time, man Get whatever you wanna hear through the grapevine Try and tell me it ain't perfect to stir shit I take that Marvin Gaye line and I make wine White lies [?] Break bread with the fam 'fore you lay your head Don't wanna make your bed 'fore you make your mark I used to lay along the tracks as the train rolled past Raise your glass for times you knew better But didn't do better, breezed through like "Whatever" But Jimmy got a brand new bag, new get-up And it's made of love so it's hater-proof Set up a team that don't care 'bout the next man's moves I got a jam that make the next man move Ate a couple rappers, got their records spun backwards Come wack and you'll be next, man, there's dudes Saying that I ain't writing anymore, wanna chalk me out Little homie, it's the thought that counts But if I do decide to retire from graff I'ma hit you first- Hand so you get it from the source of the horse's Mouth. Know what I'm talking 'bout? I got a ten-thou' deep crowd to sing the chorus out Say thou shall not f*ck with Jim D know that (Ha) Say thou shall not f*ck with Jim D know that (Not at all) Lucifer's next of kin and y'all Judas 'Cause y'all'll crucify your friend, peep the lesson within Peace, peace Young man, what you got to say? Young man, what you got to say? What you got to say? All I need is a minute of your time If you give it I'll be on my way, if I could make What I knew then what I know now Who knows how it woulda panned out But I'll do one better, I'ma put together What I picked up along the way, along the way [Solo] As I float along with the wind Progress and make moves, try and bond with my kin At times it's like the blind leading the blind Nobody really knows what they're hoping to find So I do my best to follow my own advice Keep an ear out and above all an open mind Though I misstep, let it get the best of me Yours truly none other than my own worst enemy Still nonetheless destined to be I study the prototype, so it's no surprise One Dayers in a state gettin' up in your territory I take a room of strangers and make 'em all remember me Shouts to Sirl AKA Mr Remedy As I take a trip down memory lane, remember The graff letters you gave me? Man, that shit amazed me So I practised on that paper like every day With the ABC writing out the alphabet Now it's letters to the world as I play these beats Going through ups and downs like the value of a dollar But I remain a student till I'm crowned a scholar Scouts honour, my sneaks pound the pavement on the Same block I pound a few times now I've been around Till I finally reach my seat up in the clouds Put my feet up on the couch like, "Peace, I'm out" Young man, what you got to say? Young man, what you got to say? Tryna follow my shadow down the straight and narrow Even though I've been known to stray, if I could make What I knew then what I know now Who knows how it woulda panned out But I'll do one better, I'ma put together What I picked up along the way, along the way [Solo] No, I'm not sure Just where I'm heading But I'm leaving all the same While they quit chasing days I came across these lessons Drifting on by with the Horizon in my head [Nick Lupi] Let me begin my address Some say this life's a test, it's a Mess, nothing but a fight to the death Will I reside in the fiery depths? Who knows This the only booth where I confess No telling where you'll find me next, write rhymes to the Beat that's inside the chest, freestyle the rest Might've had a few missteps But man, I travel light, carry no regrets Plus we let the dojo bless us, tryna find Peace without the yoga stretches And these days the pressure get so relentless The mirrors on the wall bear no resemblance Yeah, we just tryna make sense from the senseless A few dollars off a sentence Gain a few followers and mentions They say I'm a hood scholar and a gentleman Every time that I talk my shit At the end of the day, man, that's all it really is My old man taught me to walk like this Gotta know when to walk, when to ball my fist Gotta know when to talk, when to listen And always handle yours in the kitchen So I carry on the tradition I wanna thank y'all for listening, we going the distance Young man, what you got to say? Young man, what you got to say? You better watch it Mate, you really need that one last drink? Well, I swear I had the longest day If I could make what I knew then, what I know now Who knows how it woulda panned out But I'll do one better, I'ma put together What I picked up along the way, along the way [Solo] No, I'm not sure Just where I'm heading But I'm leaving all the same While they quit chasing days I came across these lessons Drifting on by with the Horizon in my head
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