[Intro]
Let's get movin'
[Verse 1: G Jones]
Ever since Shwig, the local king
Took him under his wing
He thought he could be big like B.I.G
So he put soul into everything he wrote for a hit
Wanted to be the next Dusting for Prints
Do some tracks for Tuna Fish (you wish)
And get daps for writing his script
And spitting his lip
So did, he did what he had to do
To find the big city, and find a homie to produce
Spread his groove, made people move
That's the progression of tunes
He loved who he listened to
And made his own style to bring to the booth
Hoping that his stories would be enough
To erupt some sort of audience
Digging his love and loving his stuff
Bumping his thoughts, true or corrupt
So with the beat on hype and his vocals turned up
It was just him and the mic on the journey to the top, non stop
[Hook]
Well ever since say one, I've been scared stupid
(Day one, scared stupid)
Thinking if I give it all am I gonna lose it?
(Give it all and get nothing in return)
Is the fall really worth all the bruising?
(Beats, cuts, scars are forever)
I'm scared stupid
[Verse 2: G Jones]
And that was it, his mind was set
With his girl at his side, and his rhymes in his head
Cast everything else to the wind
And dug up every penny he saved since he was a kid
Didn't see none of his homies for months on end
Only spoke to his producer, fresh and k** on the pen
Gave up shows he would've given anything to go to
But he cherished the sacrifice, knew it'd hold true
He said
Can't afford to see those rappers
Because I'm spending cash so I can meet those rappers
So I can sit down and roll cheech in wrappers
Write some rhymes and rip beats with those rappers
He was giving it all, it was was his choice to choose
All for the reward of seeing people move
Any self-doubt, he remembered The Roots
"Even a three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose"
[Hook]
[Verse 3: G Jones]
First visit, got a wicked beat
Saw a magician at work on the NPC
Took the bus home, with the track on repeat
Fulfilling his dream, he was back in a couple of weeks
One track down, working on the next three, right
Mixed up recording dates, got drunk that night
Got his a** out of the gutter and back to work
Showed his girl to the mic, she sang soul and hurt
Rolled down to Toronto with Karalee Clerk
Six tracks done, seven n' eight ready to blurt
Bringing his track Smoke back from the dead
Screwed up his head
Brought back some demons he was hoping to forget
And here I am, scared stupid, just me and the booth
k**s and the Millaz chilling in the next room
Spitting the last two tracks, I can't believe I made it through
Old news to me, Get Movin' is new to you
Not day one, still scared stupid
Last day, and scared stupid
I already gave it all, I ain't lost nothing
It's a reflection of soul
I bring my tracks to you, so listen close
G Jones, here's my music
It'll scare you stupid