DJ Premier - Face The Facts lyrics

Just a display of rhyme sk** man, that's what it is 92 Till Infinity and beyond and beyond Alright look, muthaf**a still rap, b*atch ! [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey, when I was 15 it was my dream to work with Preem He believe in what I do, so now he's makin' this beat And I'm writin' these rhymes, makin' sure that I k** it Shinin' like I'm acrylic, the government can't conceal it My style they tried to steal it, cause people startin' to feel it I'm goin' on these adventures, somethin' like on a field trip And now I'm growin' up, lookin' around this planet Some sh** be goin' on and I just can't understand it No need to panic, I, got it expanded Is a million downloads I'm takin' over ya bandwidth Moments all candid, Kodak, reminisce and go back Life real good want ya'll to know that Don't have no deal and no half a mill Just on my Gang Starr sh** with some Ma** Appeal Go platinum independently, incredibly dope You need a telescope to come and get at me The naked eye could never see, and lebel my identity They see my middle finger, shut the f** up and let me be That's how it's always been and how it will be Filthy a** rhymes, makin' money, but I'm still me Flippin' the mics, spittin' this nice Never could get everything that I liked Now I can cop it no matter the price f** it forget it I'm rappin' for life Can't tell me sh**, I got my own mind 6 in the mornin': that's go time [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Had to take the beat and let it breathe, using up the oxygen The kid he go and rock and there ain't nobody that stoppin' him Poppin' up, bars on bars, you see me stockin' up Working every second of the day is still not enough Not on that co*ky stuff, want ya'll to acknowledge us If you don't s** my dick b**h, esophagus You probably just go all on the internet See a conversation then you feel the need to interject I ain't finished yet, you don't think this kid a threat ? I'm on a ? You an MP3, I'm still in ca**ette, vintage yet Futuristic with some sh** that split your deck My cadence complex, rhyme without a concept Atomic rhymes, you just a stupid fake bomb threat 6 in the mornin' and I'm writin' these ryhmes Workaholic, so you know that every night is a grind