Wizzy J - Growing Up On Rap lyrics

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Wizzy J - Growing Up On Rap lyrics

[Intro: GhostOfAnEgo] They never gave me the time of day It's my time today If I'm underground, why am I above all these rappers? [Verse I: GhostOfAnEgo] Words are my first nature, favorite human behavior So rap's wordplay was my playpen back then Back when I played with the pen A lil Em and Pac, Nas and Jay co*k, bob, and sway, but stay On the beat as you lay on the beat And who did it bigger than B.I.G? I fell in love with the beats and deep truth An instant connection of deep affection Affected my life on disliked nights No lights, but I couldn't sleep So I might put on a little beat [Chorus: GhostOfAnEgo] Ghosts of a thousand pasts Those that we outlast Those that we unmask Those that we want back Those that we need back Ghosts of a thousand pasts [Intro II: GhostOfAnEgo] I fought the devil but I couldn't win So I shattered that damn mirror So I wouldn't have to look at him [Chorus] [Verse II: GhostOfAnEgo] You ever feel helpless? Here this'll help it Anger to the dormant domestic Let it invest, infect, and affect it My parents didn't like the sound of the swears I swear it was their sound I couldn't bear To be fair their M.O. was to let go At age eighteen Ain't they seen the meaning of Cather and the Rye? Can't catch 'em if you try Voracious reader equals precocious leader Or so they lead you to believe Please Books are just people's reprieve A different world to relieve The lies while we leave this world No different than... music What's different is who uses it [Intro III: GhostOfAnEgo] So let me drop some book knowledge on you [Verse III: GhostOfAnEgo] Black president and most black don't have decent residence Seek peace but I hesitate Don't I resonate with the rest I guess I oughta give it a rest I'm blessed Forget the rest Forget the message You're no sage, no messiah Atheist preacher, patient teacher Anxious to meet her, justice I lust it I must have it Damn it I can't sleep Man, it creep into my manic mind Stabs at it all the time And all the rhymes can't fix it And all the lines can't fix it And all the fixes can't nix it Like hysterical America after Nixon [Chorus]

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