Early On

Lyrics

[Hook] Yeah! Young kids with the chance to be gifted Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted Play a position, the time is right Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right Your future's bright if you play it right So tight you won't even have to roll the dice So cold that your thoughts are ice So nice you don't even need your fists to fight [Verse 1] Age one eight, I came to school with a plan Play ball and rap, that's what I saw in advance What was there in demand was not in my plans Nobody needed the white rapper in their band I understand so I looked past fast Made beats in my room, headphones on blast People asked if I wanted the chance to rap I shut 'em out, embarrassed about my tracks My shit was wack, I knew it back then I didn't know music so I had to pretend They knew it when I didn't know a chord I couldn't play blind mice on my keyboard But it was cool cuz' I had a passion for rap And Krazy K hooked it up with some action From his 6-String which he made sing And my drum machine which I made ring Combined we even made some beats that ??? felt, that was a major feat But the beats kept going Wrtiting rhymes in class a bastard Never listening to what was said Cuz' in my head was nothing but hip-hop A 6 foot 10 white boy who rhymes in flip-flops Hip-hop in my ??? stocks We popped lock to the sounds from my big boombox I couldn't stop We worn no socks There were no cops We rocked till the morning drops This was the time, Skeltz showed up We dropped Lg to B Bell and never blew up But it didn't matter Because our fate was sealed Irishtoothache was needed for the mass appeal [Hook] Yeah! Young kids with the chance to be gifted Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted Play a position, the time is right Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right Your future's bright if you play it right So tight you won't even have to roll the dice So cold that your thoughts are ice So nice you don't even need your fists to fight [Verse 2] In 2002 the pairing was made Me and Skeltz had a chance to embrace what we played The rhymes of our age, the (cats?) who got paid To lace beats on the lyricists that sounded so fake We decided to make satirical renditions And the songs that we made were lyrical compositions: I make my voice go (who!) I make my voice go (what?!) I make my voice go (when?!) You make your voice go (where?!) That there is how the freestyles went We were usually bent And they usually sent Public safety to check upon us We were crazy like that Our mic skills were lazy like that A paisley bike hat Has nothing to do with this But I rhyme with the words that I use So please excuse, I don't mean to confuse Back to the news story of the Toothache group September, 2003, the website's made thanks to Glaze And we create the great Spring Break 2007 for you to play Meanwhile we are at SMC Tup, Stubbs and Glaze are at UMD And Muth, he's chilling and Wheeling, he's so appealing His girls are oh so revealing And we're dealing with beats and rhymes And you can bet our shit was getting better with time And you would probably bet, that we would probably met But nah, we kept it all on the Internet [Hook] Yeah! Young kids with the chance to be gifted Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted Play a position, the time is right Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right Your future's bright if you play it right So tight you won't even have to roll the dice So cold that your thoughts are ice So nice you don't even need your fists to fight (get em) [Outro: Glaze?, E-Dubble] My brain is big 6 foot 10 a Homosapien Who wanna rip with thee (Nobody, nobody) (The boss man; There's no way)