And I got more tools than I ever could use
I don't wear tattoos, I don't wear a crew
Everywhere I go I'm local, even if I only spit that Shakespeare
Got the universe in my palm
Don't need no stress dome to keep me calm in rush-hour traffic
Everything I have I took it not for granted, but from the granite
Always been the outsider, now that outside power
My power is personal, no manager to clean my bones (I squandered my royalties)
They say rap is dead, I think most rap is whack
And I don't give a fuck about the underground
I've been doin' this for so long and I'm never goin' back

This is the future, I'm the last of dying breed
I'm "d.i.y", the industry is "d.i.e"
So what that mean?
Crash and burn, the last to burn, I earn this debt
That's how we survivin' in the end of the world

This is not the tomorrow we were promised but we got it
So my office sits on the side of a pin prick
My employers all higher power cursing, I been broke my whole life
Every year I'm a little bit richer
Cuttin' out the brokers, cuttin' out the parasites
The recession cuttin' out my customers, no more cuttin' out my shadow
Or selling it to the highest bidder
I don't rap like I'm in the museum
I rap cuz they killed me before I had lungs

I never let up, even when I been laid up
I ain't a team player, I'm on my own team player
When shit would go wrong, the label would say "focus on your art"
I'm 33, I'd rather focus on not being broke
All I ever wanted was to make an honest living
But it's only honest if I'm honestly living


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