Knockin’ doors down, showin’ cars aroundI’ma come through and show my wood pineKnockin’— knockin’ doors down, showin’ cars aroundI’ma— I’ma come through and show my wood pine, I’ma— I’ma come—Knockin’ doors— knockin’— knockin’ doors down, downKnockin’ doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin’ doors downI’ma—I’ma come through— I’ma— I’ma come— downI’ma come through— I’ma— I’ma come— down (Yeah)Paper chasin’ on occasionWest Deer Park, that’s my locationLife and death was what we was facin’Boy, gotta get that motivationBack in the basementLook at my idols, I’m feelin’ adjacentDoin’ the shit that I wish I was doing, I’m feelin’ impatientThrowin’ parties and catching casesThat’s the life, but that shit basicI’ve cooked crack, I can’t erase itIf I could, would not replace itGrew up all aloneHad to teach myself to tie my lacesWhat’s the deal?I’ma play the fieldRattpack, we keep it realNothin’ but love for the people that paved the waySo a brother like me, he can get it todayAntwan, Erykah and 3KCan’t forget those ain’t here todayR.I.P. JD and Pimp CPayin’ respect, so don’t hold it against meDevil he callin’ me, he love to tempt meGod exempt me, why you sent me here?What I think about year to yearWhat I’ve been through these people only see through a peep hole, yeahNot a single one got an ideaSo I write it down on this page
Feel like I’m 35 times my ageLook in the mirror don’t know what to sayBut I’m happy the man I isYeah, yeahI said I’m happy the man I isAnd I’m proud of the man I’ve becomeI’m proud that I’m from a slumI never got cold, I never got numbExcept from the winter time and then someI transcend and I transformPoetic vision in rare formGrowing up, nobody there for himI promise when I have a family I’ma be there for ’emI love hip-hopHatin’ motherfucker, go kick rocksNo matter what happen I never gon’ stopLike Cole said if they don’t know yo’ dreamsThen they can’t shoot ’em downBut I’ma let the world know‘Cause I’m too high up to hit the groundThis shit right here is like therapy, spit it verilyI ain’t perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazineShoot from the hip and reload the magazineI wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and everBut this rhymeIll as it is divineGon’ be cut short today ’cause I’m out of studio timeOnly thought I was recording these horns and not no rhymeWhat can I say? Inspiration hits at any timeSo I guess I’ll have to conclude all my thoughts another timeAnother rhymeAnother— Ano— i— wo— a— rhymeAnime such as Cowboy BebopTrigun, and Samurai ChamplooWere in constant rotationDuring the making of this album
