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Along the Way
I heard somebody say the worlds gonna end in a years time,
man, yeah whatever you wanna hear through the grapevine.
Try and tell me it ain't perfect to stir shit,
I'll take that Marvin Gaye line and I'll make wine.
White lies hater make my day,
break bread with the fam' before you lay your head.
Don't wanna make your bed, before you make your mark,
I used to lay along the tracks as the train rolled past.
Raise your glass for times you knew better but didn't,
do better breezed through like 'whatever'.
But Jimmy got a brand new bag, new get-up,
and it's made of love so its hater-proof.
Setup a team that don't care 'bout the next mans moves,
I got a jam to make that next man move.
Ate a couple rappers got their records spun backwards,
come whack and you'll be next man.
Dudes singing that I ain't writin' anymore wanna chalk me out,
little homie its the thought that counts.
But If I do decide to retire from graff I'm a hit you firsthand,
so you'll get it from the source of the horses mouth.
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
I got a ten-thou' deep crowd to sing the out.
Say thou shall not fuck with Jim D know that (ha),
Say thou shall not fuck with Jim D know that (not at all).
Lucifers next of kin and ya'll Judas,
cause ya'll will crucify your friend,
peep the lesson within, peace peace.
Young man what you got to say, young man what you got to say?
What you got to say?
All I need is a minute of your time If you give it I'll be on my way,
If I could make, what I knew then what I know now,
who knows how it woulda panned out.
But I'll do one better, I'm a put together what I picked up along the way, along the way.
As I, float along with the wind,
progress and make moves try and bond with my kin.
At times, it's like the blind leading the blind,
nobody really knows what they're hoping to find.
So I, do my best to follow my own advice,
keep an ear out and above all an open mind.
Though I misstep, let it get the best of me,
yours truly none other than my own worst enemy.
Still, nonetheless destined to be,
I study the prototype so its, no surprise,
Onedayers in a state gettin' up in your territory,
I take a room of strangers and make 'em all remember me.
Shouts to Sirl AKA Mr. Remedy,
as I take a trip down memory lane, remember the graff letters you gave me?
Man that shit amazed me, so I practiced on that paper like everyday.
With the ABC's writin' out the alphabet,
now its letters to the world as I play these beats.
Goin' through ups and downs like the value of a dollar,
but I remain a student until I'm crowned a scholar, scouts honour.
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My sneaks pound the pavement on the,
same block I pound a few times now I've been around.
Till I finally reach my seat up in the clouds,
put my feet up on the couch like peace I'm out.
Young man what you got to say, young man what you got to say?
What you got to say?
All I need is a minute of your time If you give it I'll be on my way,
If I could make, what I knew then what I know now,
who knows how it woulda panned out.
But I'll do one better, I'm a put together what I picked up along the way, along the way.
No I'm not sure, just where I'm headin',
but I'm leavin' all the same.
While days were chasin' days, I came across these lessons,
driftin' on by, with the horizon in my head.
Let me begin my address, some say this lifes a test,
it's a mess, nothin' but a fight to the death.
Will I reside in the fiery depths?
Who knows, this the only booth where I confess.
No tellin' where you'll find me next,
write rhymes to the beat that's inside the chest,
freestyle the rest, might have had a few missteps,
but man, I travel light carry no regrets.
Plus we let the dojo bless us,
tryin' to find peace without the yoga stretches.
And these days the pressure get so relentless,
the mirrors on the wall bear no resemblance (yeah).
We're just tryin' to make sense from the senseless,
A few dollars off a sentence.
Gain a few followers and mentions,
they say I'm a hood scholar and a gentleman.
Everytime that I talk my shit,
at the end of the day man that's all it really is.
My old man taught me how to walk like this,
gotta know when to walk, when to ball my fist.
Gotta know when to talk, when to listen,
and always handle yours in the kitchen.
So I carry on the tradition,
I wanna thank ya'll for listenin', we goin' the distance.
Young man what you got to say, young man what you got to say?
You better watch it mate.
You really need that one last drink? Well I swear I've had the longest day.
If I could make, what I knew then what I know now,
who knows how it woulda panned out.
But I'll do one better, I'm a put together what I picked up along the way, along the way.
No I'm not sure, just where I'm headin',
but I'm leavin' all the same.
While days were chasin' days, I came across these lessons,
driftin' on by, with the horizon in my head.
LYRICS WRITTEN BY BLAIR DUNSTAN
Spit syndicate are the Shiiiiiiiiet!!
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