For the Kids

Lyrics

[Intro: Tablo] Yeah Mapthesoul.com baby MYK, with yours truly, Tablo We takin' it back Way back To da' back of da' bus Back of the classroom [Verse 1: Tablo] Life is a mystery in all shapes, sizes, and angles From crop circles to Bermuda Triangles The fate of the world is shaking like bike handles *In their final hour, even some demons die angels* What's true, is true isn't what you think it is When the real world is a bad dream like Incubus Triple X, triple Z? It's the same damn thing You get fucked if you're eyes are closed when the alarm rings [Verse 2: MYK] Sing, passin' the mic back and forth, forth and baaack Broke MC's choke MC's who can't afford to rap Or choose to stay hungry, I'ma stay hungry Free fall, bounce back, like it was a bungee I snap back like a slingshot, bring hot-ness Yes, no stress, cleanin' up this mess In this hip-hop-ness, I found my niche Let that bitch, breathe [Chorus: Tablo & *MYK*] Ah Remember rap, when it used to be fun as hell? Remember rap, like it was with Big Pun and L? *Remember rap, when it used to be fun as hell? Remember rap, like it was with Big Pun and L?* Remember rap, when it used to be fun as hell? Remember rap, like it was with Big Pun and L? *Remember rap, when it used to be fun as hell? Remember rap, like it was with Big Pun and L?* [Verse 3: Tablo] Who cares about East or West or the dirty South When you got no diamonds in your dirty mouth It's a burning house, hip-hop going poof No wonder everybody wants to raise the roof I see proof everyday that seekin' heaven is bleak I see proof everyday like Eminem in his sleep The devil is deep, water kid and nobody is stoppin' ya Slip a toe in In you go like slavia [Verse 4: MYK] Silly rap sessions, thoughtless wordplay Hip-hop nerds stay, home sketchin' A colorin' book for the philosophers I lost a verse and this is its half-assed rendition I spit rhymes just to pass the time And if life is just a brainstorm, then I'm a mastermind Always last in line, cause I don't care enough But when my turns comes, best believe that I tear shit up [Intermission: Tablo & *MYK*] Uh- that'cha tear shit up Yeah I tear shit up like a firecracker and poof (MYK laughing) *Nah, dude* (Tablo laughing) *I don't think, uh-* Like a firecracker and poof *I don't know about that one, haha* I tear shit up like scissors, ye- Like scissors Tearing shit up, haha *Yeeuh* [Chorus 2: Tablo & MYK backing vocals] This is for you kids, who don't wanna be a businessman This is for you kids, who don't have a damn business plan *I don't- I don't have one* This is for you kids, who don't wanna be a businessman *Or a doctor* This is for you kids, who don't have a damn business plan *Y-You got one?* [Intermission: Tablo] Never get one Got stressed out, over the weekend Damn, shit happened And now I'm here to uh, let it out [Verse 5: MYK] Let me see two in the sky, guy, one for the livin' Stay fly, high, one for the music in I Two for the good life, keep the champagne sittin' in the freezer on a block of that cool ice Stay nice, eskimo-cool flow I say why you gotta be testin' a dude, yo? Stop guessin' at clues, you'll be destined to lose Yeah we fresh when we move, and we blessin' the booth [Outro: Tablo] Yeah, blessed in the booth Like a minister Using a pay phone- hahahaha... Peace