Exposition - My Story lyrics

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Exposition - My Story lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Hey you looking for a live MC to spark sh** Then look no further than the one neo-Marxist The reincarnation of the spirit of the star With more ideals than the wealth so far But wait, it's a little more tricky than that You think you're ill with the rhyme I'm coming sick with the rap I come equipped with a mind You come equipped with a 'gat You went from positive to negative I'm shifting it back Homie I rip and attack Anyone who wants to step in Other than that I just be chillin' with my brethren With sensamilla and 40z to Freedom We capture happiness and we hope to never free 'em Throw a bottle to the sky Sing a song of drunken memories Try to remember my soul as a past entity My when I was young the beats were steady freakin' Hanging out with alcoholics only smoking on the weekend And weed then was only just a tool for us But hip hop soon made it new school for us And them tunes I bumped in my youth Stil bumpin' 'em s**as I ain't seen in a while Still lovin' 'em We used to have beef before Still sluggin' 'em The women that I used to know Still huggin' 'em Man I'm not a hater That's why I last long And I'm not an MC I just be singing rap songs [Hook] Everywhere I look another story to tell About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell Some are studying the math others learning to spell But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well Everywhere I look another story to tell About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell Some are studying the math others learning to spell But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well [Verse 2] And yo search beneath the surface of what your eyes seein' Exposition come and let you all know what I believe in Keep my ears to the street I'm taking heat to the car Man I do to microphones what graffiti does to walls Hold the sword and the shield I maintain and lay back I ride the rhthym of the beat just like a train on a track The word scientist compliance is your only option Keepin' it movin' with no intentions of stoppin' Cause in the land of hijacked planes and falling buildings Man I wonder if it's even worth having children To see the evil of the world slowly start to fill 'em USA ain't hard to spell but sometimes it's hard to live it Smoke clogs the air in the city we all breathe It's Boston a setting for a play called Me Filled with criminals, college students and cops The momentum of my day got me spinning like a top Life gives no second chances no re-runs to play You gotta say what you mean and mean what you say Hold your head let your spirit navigate you through the maze Clutchin' to your time we're livin' in the final days You know, you know, you know, you know, you know Yeah, right It go It's like [Hook] Everywhere I look another story to tell About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell Some are studying the math others learning to spell But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well Everywhere I look another story to tell About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell Some are studying the math others learning to spell But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well I'm tellin' it well We're tellin' it well We're tellin' it well We're tellin' it well [Verse 3] Yo the debate over who is the illest becomes final When the needle makes love to the groove on the vinyl I drink the universe with the youth kickin' the jive talk Streelamps paint our shadow on the sidewalk The lies bark as they fadin' away Wishin' rock star was a game that they didn't play Preachin' the ills of life in the fast lane Yesterday it was weed today it's Gill Scott's last name They're wearing sweaters to hide the fact that they're packed still But d**h leaves a mark that long sleeves don't conceal Then why I gotta be phony to keep it real I live the present never know what the future will reveal Leaving tracks in the snow to find my way home Coming back in the summer and find that they're gone And yo it f**s my mind up It really does Like back to the drawing board once again cause My my just can't cope With life underneath the microscope And I hold my head inside I scribble down the madness with this body's eyes It seems like my life is one big retrospective With separate events instead of one collective One main goal and one main objective Man keep smiling and everything else is second Everything else is second Everything else is second Hey yo we keep smiling and everything else is second Yeah [Outro]

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