[Intro]
Come on
Yeah
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everybody who been ridin' with me so far
It's been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not about the destination, it's all about the journey
I appreciate y'all
[Chorus]
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years of struggle, love, hate, fear
New York City, you can make it here you can make it anywhere
I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather, we ride, let my people go
To the place where knowledge is born
We walkin' in the third eye of the storm, check it out
[Verse 1]
Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the supper chain, rap's upper echelons
My people sufferin', slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden, like my mother other name
Is this your first trip to hell? We venture capitalists
If it's a product, then we got it for sale
When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line
I painted pictures you could see, the people bleed in my bars
When I was a teen I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fell, I fell right in the cloud, tighten the valve
Niggas is watered down, used to be no bitin' allowed
Now they gangstas, no cryin' allowed
You probably see a fight on the stage before you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facin' the storm, homie, we ridin' it out
You inspire what I'm writin' about
Come on
Yeah
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everybody who been ridin' with me so far
It's been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not about the destination, it's all about the journey
I appreciate y'all
[Chorus]
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years of struggle, love, hate, fear
New York City, you can make it here you can make it anywhere
I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather, we ride, let my people go
To the place where knowledge is born
We walkin' in the third eye of the storm, check it out
[Verse 1]
Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the supper chain, rap's upper echelons
My people sufferin', slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden, like my mother other name
Is this your first trip to hell? We venture capitalists
If it's a product, then we got it for sale
When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line
I painted pictures you could see, the people bleed in my bars
When I was a teen I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fell, I fell right in the cloud, tighten the valve
Niggas is watered down, used to be no bitin' allowed
Now they gangstas, no cryin' allowed
You probably see a fight on the stage before you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facin' the storm, homie, we ridin' it out
You inspire what I'm writin' about
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