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Now stand back Okay Let's see It's not as easy once you try it all by yourself, is it Boys and girls Ha ha Yeah Look It was just a little something [Bicasso] Whether you're reading or you writing dope rhyme reciting The way we gave birth to the sound that you heard It's worth more than gold as the tell tellers told Teaching academics we preaching every minute And new rules flew the coop Now schools out for life Doing what is destined while the lessons get lеarned And the soul is branded Scarrеd with the Key Lord because We boys have now turned the men And toyed with a trade called rap Then the hand clap-ing It was a sign like I heard about I'll go for mine so I did it Thought about it person and spit it Done for self without outside help Like no training wheels on a bike No standing still when it's hype I come to touch the mic and a scratch too Amazing humbly self-employed Now watch me ride through [The Grouch] When I say I can I will Fuck standing still I'm moving Got things I should be doing and getting no bullshitin' When it's written it's actual material factual Sum it up to life and that's co-signed by my brothers with the knife It's only right for the lonely nights I spent Got me thinking about my future Where I'm going and where I've been ? weather friends turned foe and old enemies who show love I used to be invisible no residuals and no love It's like a pain when you're getting played The way that people offer help when you've done it all yourself Man I can't feel it couldn't make sense doesn't appeal Wasn't real when you were faking used to play it I take it on myself to be the man I want So when I flaunt I deserve to And when you do I can't believe you had the nerve to [Chorus] What to do. Wasting my time. Help yourself [The Grouch] No one's gonna serve you Unless it's on the mic You can't wait around for action Gotta take it like a bike Ride off into the sunset Live your fairy tale Bury the hell you fear So that you can see things clear Merely just a mortal and coming up short Will have you yearning to be earning more than figures ? ago they ain't shit So I protect my soul Fuck rolling with the punches I was the first who stole it [Bicasso] Man I wouldn't doubt it Right It's like I thought about it The way things have been these days And times it's like space of mine giving me room to bloom Does somebody need a healing Cause I'm feeling some breath on my neck Look no disrespect because I've checked back too long And now I'm headstrong and I think I'll help myself to Just a little wealth a small taste of justice It's a must that we fly for far too long The spot bent on the other guy And I'll be here when the questions like Why don't you sign Do you need a signal I know your music's guaranteed to be an ear full But who's fearful of these poets that's bound by love Faith hard work and the shit that we make I set it straight see It's like love when I'm rhymin' And I be helping myself while you wasting my time Why you wasting my time My time [Outro] It's just a matter of fact, fuck fiction and prescriptions My addiction doing things with effects It's just a matter of fact It's just a matter of fact Legendary styles