Detour

Lyrics

[Intro] Let's do it You gotta think about what we got in this game for, man Huh? Was it the rep'? Was it so our names could ring out on some fuckin' ghetto street corners, man? Nah, man, there's games beyond the fuckin' game Yup, the detour [?] [Verse 1] Uh, back on my shit, coolin' it with my hooligans As if we skippin' school and sippin' booze again How y'all [?] lackin' exuberance Manoeuvrin' through [?] with barracudas, went huntin' for food again Cooler than most niggas I never been the type to boast and post pictures Rather compose scriptures that grows figures and smokes swishas Walked through parking lots and heard car doors lock a lot Now I'm the shit, I should cop a squat Got hip-hop niggas on choppin' block like Rabbit and Papa Doc My [?] so sudden it flip-flopped and [?] I missed them days as a youngin' an awful lot When I used to rock a [?], when my hair was faded Now I'm the topic of conversation at barber shops Why you guess I'm takin' off the top 'bout how sick I am off the top Sounded like the old school, some shit that you should see more Then on my way to the top I just took the detour We make the show stop, you on the road to riches We the road block, better close shop Make sure your windows and yo doo's locked [?] and we 'bout to blow like C4 We just took the roadless travel, the detour [Chorus] The-The-The detour The-The detour The-The-The detour We just took the roadless travel, the detour [Verse 2] They yellin' "Encore" Concrete jungle where they killin' for [?], 3s, and Concords Better have a bodyguard when dancin' with wolves, word to Kevin Costner I spit that ghetto gospel, they like preach, "Why you pick up that mask and rob? Go get your ass a job. You and your all your fellas' broke, runnin' round tellin' folk that you sellin' dope" Thought about the aftermath when niggas realise that you rein'-up on zips, you and your partner split half-and-half That shit sad but I have to laugh, school of hard knocks He ain't even pass the class with your rappin' ass Y'all scribblin' fiction, this shit's an addiction This food for thought I fixed in the kitchen I force feed you this dish 'til you listen Bitch niggas poisin' minds Before I do that, I'll end up in unemployment lines I'm that real, don't get your cap peeled with verbal ammo Y'ain't ever heard of Rambo? Sat in the four corner room starin' at burnin' candles Shoutout to Scarface, came a long way from rappin' in all those basement and [?] Switched lanes but ain't shit changed Twelve'll still pull you over for a dark face I'm contemplatin' a car-chase while [partakin'?] dumber-down of a generation Pardon me, I'm just ventilatin' No need for vindication, I'm demonstratin' traits of a mental patience Whip out this rap shit when you was still stencil tracin' I had a notepad and a trashcan full of pencil shavings So yeah, I been amazin' But in the [?], imitatin' future is what get you radio play on any station And this is not a diss, but niggas treated me like I did not exist Back when I was poor without a pot to piss Now I'm killin' shit, [?] my accomplices Used to call me conscious, now they constant with the compliments It's common sense my confidence is sponsorin' my prominence Now I've conjured up these thoughts of conquerin' the continent Dominance, gave you my two-cents for what it's worth Now have a safe trip back to Earth, the martian