Yea
Shit feels great
They can't stop me!
Uhuh, its Printmatic
Yea
I like to get inside the car and drive
Along open roads to open up my mind
Watch the sunrise, reflect on life
Wishin' that the gas prices wasn't so high
The lust of the dollar make you holler or cry
But even in the winter the birds still fly
Sometimes success is deceiving to the eye
People say the rich when they just gettin' by
Television make you think its somethin' you can buy
But before you get the truth you got to sort through the lies
Choose you own path and walk on by
The only true failure is if you don't try
I don't respect people who don't respect time
Sittin' on they hands while the clock tick by
Consider this as a word to the wise;
If you love what you do then it ain't ain't a grind
I'm talkin' bout had work
I'm talkin' bout patience
Its a celebration of your journey
Even when you don't know your final destination
I'm talkin' bout hard times
I'm talkin' bout blood, sweat and tears
Recognize that the reason that you're here is only cause you figured out a way to persevere
I never wanna hafta' tell the people who i am
You wanna learn a thing or two? Talk to my fans
Or hop in the van and come to my jam
I practice on my set until two A.M
Before this was my job I just wanted one chance
To motivate the crowd in my b-boy stance
Explore the art form and see foreign lands
And now that it's here it ain't slippin' through my hands
How we pay homage, but stay so advanced?
His style like water in waves that crash
It knows no form, constricts and expands
Try to hold it down and just slip through the cracks
My ritual is wax, I pile it into stacks
Intentionally use the sound of vinyl when it cracks
Your boy mean bizz, you can feel it in my raps
Seen and done it all but still spiritually intact
Come on
I'm talkin' bout had work
I'm talkin' bout patience
Its a celebration of your journey
Even when you don't know your final destination
I'm talkin' bout hard times
I'm talkin' bout blood, sweat and tears
Recognize that the reason that you're here is only cause you figured out a way to persevere
I always had hopes of being, being a star
And then I looked
As you get older you hang a little lower
And I just said;
Well, you know, you still might make an impression
Everybody wants to leave something behind them
Some impression, some mark upon the world
Then you think;
You left a mark on the world if you just get through it
And a few people remember your name
Then you left a mark
You don't have to bend the whole world
I think its better to just enjoy it
Pay your dues and enjoy it
If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high hoary for you