The rush is the blood, the blood is the beat
Can’t be contained, the bones is the drums
The fingers the snare, the skin is the strings
Ribs is the guitar, itchin while I sing,
Itching whil I rap, foot is the kick
My tongue’s the auto tune violin
My brain is the mike, I be talking to myself
Cause I don’t know what I been saying, half of the time
I just be feeling in something weird, out of my mind
[Hook] x 2
See I come from a rough background
But I did it and represented, did it and represented
Did it and represented
For my, for my, for my home hood
For my, for my, for my home hood
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Hood supero camino, chains with my k bone
From a baller to a rapper, rappin with my cape on
I been affected with this …disease called passion
You can see it on my sleeve,
You could of hear when I’m rappin
Smellin when I’m sweatin
Or feel it when I’m cryin
If I don’t make music I’m probably dyin
And go back in the studio and breathe life in them
Make another track, that’s like vitamins for me
Nutrients be the thoughts, going through my brain
This the antidote for me, especially when it’s pain
[Hook] x 2
See I come from a rough background
But I did it and represented, did it and represented
Did it and represented
For my, for my, for my home hood
For my, for my, for my home hood
People ask me why I rap?
Yo, why you listenin to music?
Why you rap, why you don’t rap
Why you ballin you stupid?
Why you pop drop you on your head
Ask my questions
While my pop drop me on my head cause I’m real reckless
Have no choice but to discipline me
Beat my filthy ass and put a … to me
But it made me a better man
I could be crazy like eminem’s fan, stan
Actually I feel like stan, cause I be wailing… like that kembo man
[Hook] x 2
See I come from a rough background
But I did it and represented, did it and represented
Did it and represented
For my, for my, for my home hood
For my, for my, for my home hood
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