[Hook]
Yeah!
Young kids with the chance to be gifted
Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted
Play a position, the time is right
Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right
Your future's bright if you play it right
So tight you won't even have to roll the dice
So cold that your thoughts are ice
So nice you don't even need your fists to fight
[Verse 1]
Age one eight, I came to school with a plan
Play ball and rap, that's what I saw in advance
What was there in demand was not in my plans
Nobody needed the white rapper in their band
I understand so I looked past fast
Made beats in my room, headphones on blast
People asked if I wanted the chance to rap
I shut 'em out, embarrassed about my tracks
My shit was wack, I knew it back then
I didn't know music so I had to pretend
They knew it when I didn't know a chord
I couldn't play blind mice on my keyboard
But it was cool cuz' I had a passion for rap
And Krazy K hooked it up with some action
From his 6-String which he made sing
And my drum machine which I made ring
Combined we even made some beats that ??? felt, that was a major feat
But the beats kept going
Wrtiting rhymes in class a bastard
Never listening to what was said
Cuz' in my head was nothing but hip-hop
A 6 foot 10 white boy who rhymes in flip-flops
Hip-hop in my ??? stocks
We popped lock to the sounds from my big boombox
I couldn't stop
We worn no socks
There were no cops
We rocked till the morning drops
This was the time, Skeltz showed up
We dropped Lg to B Bell and never blew up
But it didn't matter
Because our fate was sealed
Irishtoothache was needed for the mass appeal
Yeah!
Young kids with the chance to be gifted
Sometimes lifted, sometimes twisted
Play a position, the time is right
Even your old ass teacher knows your mind is right
Your future's bright if you play it right
So tight you won't even have to roll the dice
So cold that your thoughts are ice
So nice you don't even need your fists to fight
[Verse 1]
Age one eight, I came to school with a plan
Play ball and rap, that's what I saw in advance
What was there in demand was not in my plans
Nobody needed the white rapper in their band
I understand so I looked past fast
Made beats in my room, headphones on blast
People asked if I wanted the chance to rap
I shut 'em out, embarrassed about my tracks
My shit was wack, I knew it back then
I didn't know music so I had to pretend
They knew it when I didn't know a chord
I couldn't play blind mice on my keyboard
But it was cool cuz' I had a passion for rap
And Krazy K hooked it up with some action
From his 6-String which he made sing
And my drum machine which I made ring
Combined we even made some beats that ??? felt, that was a major feat
But the beats kept going
Wrtiting rhymes in class a bastard
Never listening to what was said
Cuz' in my head was nothing but hip-hop
A 6 foot 10 white boy who rhymes in flip-flops
Hip-hop in my ??? stocks
We popped lock to the sounds from my big boombox
I couldn't stop
We worn no socks
There were no cops
We rocked till the morning drops
This was the time, Skeltz showed up
We dropped Lg to B Bell and never blew up
But it didn't matter
Because our fate was sealed
Irishtoothache was needed for the mass appeal
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