It's the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently don't tempt me
Yo, my first contact with this music
Was fifth grade when the biggest threat was a switchblade
No bull, for real, Jordan was still
A Tarheel at NC when I first thought I'd MC
Dwelling in the Bean before Seldom heard, I was rarely seen
Travelling between Bev and Dorchester
Each semester of my life
For as long as I remember was trife
Living on the cutting edge of a knife
Busy making tapes and pasting odd breaks
To butt heads with the mic
First time on stage, duke, I was rocking grey Eso I had Cuccini shirts and a beige suit
I used to have high top with lines in my head
Now I ride the train with these lines in my head
I no longer have time for this bullshit
The politic dug six smiling at cats
I wouldn't even wanna f**k with
On the personal B.I. tip or friendship
They're reversible and two-faced
Titty like a cash-filled suitcase
"Fuck y'all" leaves my mouth quicker than the taste of toothpaste
One of the illest to sport scene
The only way I'm going peacefully is with morphine
It's the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently don't tempt me
Yo you living life, shit is trife
A little tyke growing up that wanna spit on a mic
Get it right
Yo, let me set it straight for people that show love
And people that show hate, my life's far from great
My folks far from rich, a message to the kids
Think for yourself, don't believe a gospel biz
See I know you gotta teach to keep kids in the seats
But rap ain't a tool to put my fan's biz in the streets
And I don't know why I spit this arrogant shit
When most my life is filled up with embarrassing shit
I don't walk around crying cause my parents is split
They ain't had hella kids, I don't know no relatives
I ain't got no type of cash but y'all think I do
Cause I flash and spend it on superficial trash
My 25th hour just never seemed to pass
So it's only right I live each day like it's my last
This is for the cats that heard the flow
And got the rap round twisted like vertigo
And yo
