There's an old sayin' that every dog has his day
I want ch'all to know a lil' somethin', somethin'
Every talent, God has His season
And right about now, it's all mine
Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday, I was doin' poorly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothin' fo' me
I was broker than a vase, livin' like a pauper
Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker
Native New Yorker, born in Brooklyn
Grew up in Jersey where you die if you look wrong
Hooked on somethin' colossal
(Word to God)
Holy hip hop apostle
(God Squad)
Original general, quite like a girdle
Representin' Jesus, the eternal life colonel
I'm over like a hurdle, harder than the turtle
Lyrics healthier than herbal
B.B. Jay's sturdy, never profane
Never X rated or dirty, never ashamed
(Holy hustler)
Practice sold faithful
I'm on some holy, holy, MC's be grateful
I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?
Tell you I was gonna blow up and be the bomb
Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin'
Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God
I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?
Tell you I was gonna blow up and be the bomb
Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin'
Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God
Check it
It all started way back when I was a chap in grade school
Used to write songs an' poems in the day room
Every music award show, yo I stayed tuned
Word to God, as true as I grew, [unverified] made room
No doubt, rejection was a sho' thing
Never get love until you doin' yo' thang
You know how it is, around ghetto kids
Hype, do you sign [unverified]
Made a lot of rap fears when I drops mines
Lotta cats did all they could to stop mines
Recognize yo, you can't stop the shine
Or the glow, ice on ice, I make livin' look pro
Show ya right, the son of Abraham I am
Born American, culture African
A lotta of imposters, I peeped your chieftain
I'm a holy hustler, backwards buster
I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?
Tell you I was gonna blow up and be the bomb
Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin'
Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God
I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?
Tell you I was gonna blow up and be the bomb
Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin'
Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God
I used to rock a lot back in the day, back of the class
In back of the school, battlin' for cash in back of tha cab
I used jack up a lotta
(Rap dummies)