I ain't gone for, I'm just trying to Stay Warm in a world that's so cold
And no matter what you've been told, I ain't gone for
That's why I won't grow old in a world that's so cold
Remember mom always told us to cut the Rap shit
And get a good education we could fall back with
She went keep it clean rap sheets sons
We went running down the tracks looking up to bits and macking em
We went the wrong way very dedicated
Our bets were made when we were fifteen
We were some hardcore motherfucking hip-hop rats
Ain't alot of rappers out there can get with that
It's all chit for chat thought it was tit the tat
I hit a lot of people off they ain't hit me back
But now I'm back in the pit
Thought I'd hit you with a track that can show you how sappy rap can get
Dreams are swinging by the top of the trees
We walking in mud reaching up to the knees
And peeps are talking they can talk all they want
We been walking a while now we can walk some more
And no matter what you've been told
I ain't gone for, I'm just trying to Stay Warm in a world that's so cold
And no matter what you've been told I ain't gone for
That's why I won't grow old in a world that's so cold
You know we always moved up streams, storms blowing in my face
One of the last living survivors of a dying race
Fuck rap nowadays it's a race for the paper chasing I'm like a well faired case
But you know those for breath in space
Don't wanna leave this place but the dreaming days are over
The dreams change me and when you sober and the weather is colder
Mind stays young but the body grows older
And everybody's so young and their minds grown colder
I ain't holding no grudges I show many a cold shoulder
I'm an old cold Hip-Hop soldier and I've earned my stripes
I pay produced and I can tell for shell toast
Placed outside the door breaking on the cell floor
I was painting on the trains like daily
Had a couple of girls fainting in 98 and made the underground hate me
And see fifteen years of raps have really made me
Plus I've been breaking since I was a little baby so you can hate me
I wrote my first rhyme back in '89 in a different world
A distinct state of mind, years passed and they played my mind
And it feels a piece of it has stayed behind
Now peeps are acting like we ain't alive
Claiming we should quit the game maybe save some time
But I obey my craving seems I'm always back to play ain't no saying why
I ain't rhyming to save the world I'll be the greatest MC and play a thug
I guess I'll stay in the mud, and you can stay and curse my way all the way to church
Been like this since I came to earth a thirsty little bastard I'm staying thirsty
I'll always step on stage no matter if we main act or we playing first