DESCRIPTION:
Off of Scribes's full length album "What Was Lost". Download the whole album for free at http://scribesmusic.com/what-was-lost-download-it-here/

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LYRICS....

Talking:
Hey yo, man all these stupid ass people been runnin up on me lately bein like yo... Scribes u big? U signed to a major? I heard u got that radio play... What's up with MTV? U know what I'mma tell ya'll fools... Don't be deceived stupid.

Verse 1:
Hey yo this goes out, to every crooked kid with a plot
To every lyricist that suck dick to get to the top
To every young kid, who's picturin a crib with a car
Down to murder mother fuckers just to sit with a star
Yo, Diamonds and G's, don't come outa rhymin with ease
Thats a trife misconception, a common disease
Now u should know, everybody can slip
Whether ur a bare knuckle mother fucker or u spar with a clip
Intuition, shit, u besta get decisive
And seperate ties with vices so u'll survive the rise in prices
Besta notice shit u have
U kick it with them snitches then u bound to get stabbed
Shit, I look to the sky, acknowledge heaven with a secular nod
Reject the facade, I pray to be protected by God
Yo I'd advise that u listen to my written in depth
Cuz this the shit I tell myself when I'm thinkin of Death

Chorus:
When will it stop? I'm livin with my style
Fight for the top, caught livin it right now
I get what I got, Oh everything I'm proud
I see in they eyes (they eyes), it'll pass em by...
But I, it's my name,
What is mine? Oh this fly game
Baby the fire, now is it in your eyes?
Try and stay right, don't let it pass u by

Verse 2:
It's personal, I'm feelin cornered like I'm Serpico
Behave, hell nah, my razor blade is vertical
But then I think about the young kids who's servin the rocks
With out the luxury to sulk up in their personal thoughts (Yo and I chill)
Tryina understand the lesson (I keep it real)
Yo even though my lifestyle is nothin pleasant
A record is dough, directly designed
For business and politics, it's infectin my mind
Said damn, I'm fed up with this Soully sound
But as I stand and fight, my fam will hardly hold me down
I think my family extension will break
Because the business is crowded with the friendly and fake
Yo and it's obvious i kick a sick essential flow
I know u only kick it with me for potential dough
Man all a ya'll are bitches, but still I grind in the game
Because I'm tryina keep my mind off pain (tryina keep my mind off pain)

Chorus

Bridge:
Yea Scribes One got the million dollar mic's and shit (mic's and shit)
Word up, uhuh, that's why u bite my shit (bite my shit)
Scribes One got the million dollar mic's and shit (mic's and shit)
Word up, uhuh, that's why u bite my shit

Verse 3:
My life's repetition it works in circular ways
My people put the pressure on me as a person to praise
I used to get dissed and get done, quick to be clowned
But now I'm Scribes, and everybody wanna be down
(Yo and I'm Tired) of all you people up on my jock
(Ya'll talkin fly) actin like I'm product in stock
(Still Your Disguised) but homie I decipher the lies
Cuz Scribes is followin the dollar sign in his eyes
Don't be in my face homie, with a statement thats based
On my fickle patience, in simple situations
The fuckin demand, got me feelin funny with fam
Cuz even close homies see me as the money I am
U say in decades, young kids will study my lines
And look back upon my rhymes as a sign of the times
And now I know, why u want me to get big
Cuz when i get dough, u can say u knew this kid

Chorus

Bridge