B-man - Tony Hawk lyrics

[SuperTanzi] I be that kind of Ill Kid Really I just feel sh** To the Ill tip so explore that Son its Ill Kid Format Ready to bring the peace to any place there be a war at As in the nobel or better yet the laurate I chill with mad girls doing yoga on the floor mat Plus I just don't give a, like I was Borat Yo that status of the record industry it be uphorant Ignore it (Why?) Cause independent be the real sh** Everyday I steal sh** Auzerus revealed it and dope tracks yielded And beats too The type of sh** I speak to but people Are mad f**ing see through So stand back son I got the verbal traction I need to beam to the hollow deck Cause everyday kid is when I want to wreck Instrumentals, and implement the pencil An Ill directive to conjure up the mental is paramount It's something that I care about But now I gotta bounce cause I'm wearing out What the word is... [BMAN] Woke up on a Saturday After a long night Just in time to eat a bit and get in the stage light Bathing me from head to toe it felt so real Even though I know my flow is not for ma** appeal But those in the audience Knew what I was up against Knew that I should get my chance And knew that I would make them dance But never knew that I had grew From such unlikely circumstance Pissing my pants with nerves When I was just a squirt But now I'm pissing on the dirt that covers this hurt And I'm hurting on the haters Cause they're losing their worth And from birth Which is from the day since I been around It's been this up and down It's been this smile frown I don't want a crown I just want a truck So I can stop at any block and step up my stuff Mic juiced to the maximum power Just loud enough, that a whisper feels like a shower So when I stop in your town And take over your soundscape You'll be feeling clean Cause I washed you down with my tape [SuperTanzi] True dat We be them blue cats from the blue states The modus opporonde that group papes Is mad cruc.., sitting back in the caboose You know we got the down time to really let it loose [BMAN] Yeah the proof is in the pudding Peaches in the pie Power in the pen when I bring my words to life A life of their own is what they take upon I feel like a father that's sending them along [SuperTanzi] Sending them along kid We do the bomb sh** Never on the fake tip You know we keep it honest So put me on a spaceship and send me to where God is [BMAN] The creator of the most intricate rhyme Right now we're only living the first line Word to word, year to year Steering through this poetry that is from a divine ear [SuperTanzi] So where it all at Like Keenan and all that My man Kel, drinking orange soda with the ball bat Used to be a mall rat Now I'm a rebel And any f**ing brand sh** is gonna be disheveled [BMAN] Chill Tanz, I hear you dealing like a devil But now we gotta take it to another level