d**hstar - Pay Homage (Remix) lyrics

Muhammad Ali when I'm bodying a whack rapper Hotel lobby, spitting freestyles like Dirty ba*tard Hank Gathers, way I'm pa**ing on these foul lines Rhyme after rhyme, hope they reach you in time I shine like the sun through the darkest of days Hoped to God and I prayed for Him to pardon my ways But who was I kidding? I'm a sinner for life Cheddar turns men to mice, pay the price forever Whoever got the upper-hand is Alice in a Wonderland But the potion to grow was opened before Tainted by the Mainstream with paint chips and fluoride Fainted from the c**aine and O.D.'d in your ride You're heading to the hospital, she's hyperventilating Waiting for the right time to escape, you're facing- 25 to Life, now you're pacing like a madman Dad ran in her room and threatened to shoot You played with the fire, suffer the burns Your mother turned tricks, but now she's always concerned She never learns until it's too late to fathom The unfocused man is considered a has-been I'm highly dedicated to this Hip-Hop Culture Meditating melodies provided my memories Pardon me I'm backtracking f** backpacking, I'm a rapper, Pay Homage... No church in the wild, I hurt but I smile My style consists of a fist and the birth of a child Never getting disciplined or reprimanded for your actions Getting into it with the wrong mans affiliates My brain is touching levels eagles couldn't fly to Besides two stones k**ed the same bird to spite you Write too deep, this is profound poetry Hoping he would fail but I walk on H2o you see? Jailed Jesus locked up, committing crimes Dropping a dime on this dude that was popping a nine Props 'cause I shine, I'm divine You blind mother-f**ers never seen my design I'm highly motivated And I know they hate it Waiting by the sideline until the right time to say it Spray it like a water-hose every time I slaughter foes- I ought to pose a threat to these corner hoes that bore a pro- With their stank a** rhymes like a diaper is A writer with the fire to inspire all the minors with- Motivating music, the truth, get the picture 'Cause every scripture hit cha like The Thrilla in Manila kid An Illa emcee, Lyri-Cal gift Swift with the pen, plus I uplift, you trust this I move silent, yo I'm deadly with the pen stroke d**h comes quick to the dumb cliques, Pay Homage... I come with the ill sk**s to silence the harshest- Critics can't do what we do so they talk sh** Let 'em hate though, I elevate above it bro Never submitting to the hate that aggravate the dumber folk I've come to show Every listener a vision that- Made me wanna write down everything I didn't back- When I was just a young boy immature Until the evils of the world made me feel insecure I tried to find an answer for the cancer of society... It has to be the reason why the seasons is cold Even during summers when it's a a hundred and four Blunted, pouring Henny in a shot gla** Throwing lyrics in a pad, got inspired by a Pac rap Adapt to my surroundings, snakes around him Tell your boss that the underdog is sounding off Negative fools trying to bring me down to their level- To embezzle what is special but my pen is my credential You talking 'bout giving back to the hood When you're taking them away from all the knowledge that's good You talk about k**ing but you're saving a life Paying for a hospital bill for a kid in Dubai k**ed all hope, found him hung by a rope Self inflicted wounds 'cause the brother couldn't cope PAY HOMAGE