The Bizness
i keep a star in my pocket so i can always reach the sky
& i speak the gospel truth , aint got time for the lies
i brush my failures , bounce back from my losses
cause i'm too qualified for these interns ( uh uh ) these execs ( yeah ) &
their bosses ( what )
& of course , i'm much more than just a pretty face
it would be such a shame for such intellect to be thrown into the waste
been an ill kid since the second album of nas
my skills are the effect , what the fuck's the cause ?
it's these wack mc's , watch before you speak
my lines cause epilepsy and make bitches weak
i'm laughing at you chumps , doubting my dream
you worried bout me behind that screen while i'm getting cream
& i haveta , send respects to the real females , original chicks
didn't come in the game on some swagger jackin shit
take a sip from the fountain of outside dallas
and get lost in another world with the the rabbit and alice
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