Heart

"You see what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses
And now it came to my ears a low dull sound
Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton
I knew that sound too.
It was the beating of the old man's heart."

Man, I'm telling you, some motherfuckers just have no kind of heart man.
Serious man, motherfuckers, man these motherfuckers have no self respect.
Don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a fuckin LP tomorrow..
And then to top it off these motherfuckers they don't have no heart to their music
You know what I mean? Like, fuck, sound like little girls and shit..

If you respect yourself
Do you?

Now it started off rather basic
Just some small scale dabblin confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow into this full time user
Never figured that I was a winner or a loser
Only did the due to have fun and only got with the crew
Because it seemed natural to have one
Captured the life in the form of a grip around the mic
Hold it right, like a love, hold it tight
The plight fortifies my existence,
Reinforces my position in this course that I'm stickin to my path
Now I can see it all laid out in my past,
While trying to catch what it's about and my last breath pulled the toxins in,
And I bet debts about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some,
I'mma do my job on this M.I.C. and feed you a thick one

You can have all the heart in the world,
doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya,
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let a piss rapper step ta this cap to get up off your head kid,
I'll bitch smack you, have this?

Now, I'm about to put Slug in show business,
And if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness
I hold this inside the chest so big it hardly fits,
It trips between the truth and the party shits
Quick, to lace a track with substance
For all the young guns that's really listening at the functions
See, you can love it or leave it, fuck it or keep it
Either way I'll be here trudging through the deep shit
I've done well over one-hundred cuts
And gotten the feed back of love from some of the ones I've touched and thus,
I'm not quitin, never stop rippin, you gotta be kiddin, shit we was on a mission,
Is it possible, the mics got my soul?
I'll make em all say hoe and Rhymesayers rock the show,
Let em know that it's more than a career goal,
Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo.

You can have all the heart in the world,
doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya,
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let a piss rapper step ta this cap to get up off your head kid,
I'll bitch smack you, have this?

MCs please excuse the Q's and P's but I grew up on the B.D.P.E.P.M.D.
Run DMC's I don't believe you should hold the mic
And I rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike
I'm havin a hard time trying to keep it simple
Just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples
It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit
Catch you lickin if you lay back passive bastard
It's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
Art imitates life and most of it is whack ya'll
You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides
They probably won't dig me till I've died

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