Lyrics

Somebody did me wrong so many times I had to write about it night after night It made me hungry I bought a jumbo jack with cheese on a good run The only girl I had on her knees was in my deep slumbers I have fun when I was younger I used to freestyle And get records from the flea market and hop turnstiles With PSC in London I never put my face on dirty pillows I was invisible before I was simple I thought the temple of hip hop was gonna be fresh And behold the Pale horse was true I lived in the West And still do what not the warehouse we cleared out I killed two birds with one stone when I pick up the microphone A life job and a life love I fight evil symbolize good like a white dove My name don't fit me Kind of like a tight glove This game is so sticky I might scrub But I'll get back up and fight Cause I'm still Corey from the town I used to have a little Now I got less of a frown More bills though when your skills grow I need a force field bro And a sword sports shield So I can keep my own head straight That's why I'm independent Cause there's so much red tape When it comes to other people Cause they all want money or fame or money or fame That's funny so do I Why never ask stupid questions Men want that shit to add women to their collection Women want that shit so they don't need men Really I don't need none of it I'm a master of pretend