(Verse One) Well, in these days and times when I still kick rhymes I sit and ponder how this planet has redesigned and declined New millennium madness has led to savageness I'm speaking with the randomness, prepared for some to abandon this two tears in a styrofoam cup I'm a pyro with a World Cup for couplets that are constantly catapulting and never stuck it's never luck, it's talent tangled with preparation nineteen-eighty-four began the microphone devastation I seen it all, I'm mad Max of the hip hop trends no friendly competition, and there's no hip hop friends camaraderie is occasional, this aint recreational I didn't get a sew on patch, when I learned how to scratch fly like an eagle but I'm not scouting, regal and I'm not doubting I can have greater accomplishments by not shouting cool, calm, collected, respected my rhymes are not rejected with a pen and pure intelligence these lyrics are perfected T-D-H-P my mind is one of a kind place those letters on a hill just like the Hollywood sign Midwest meticulous message mountain mover I did blow in the eighties like my nose was sponsored by Hoover I'm not proud but I've been to Hell and I've returned ....friends have died, I had to take it as a lesson learned rest in peace and peace is still not the word to play A work in progress, as I progress with precision everyday in every way, I hope appreciation I can get ask for next to nothing, as a 40-year hip hop vet I got a little wisdom, mixed with uncompromised rhythm wish the best for rappers even if I can't get with them no offense to me this artistry today is kind of iffy but these are just the thoughts of a rapper on the other side of fifty *sung male R&B chorus* true thoughts coming from a rapper on the other side of five-oh cuz yet and still the truth is all I'll ever know it's been a long time developing rhymes so you can keep it current, but I'll take it back to bells and chimes true thoughts coming from a rapper on the other side of five-oh cuz yet and still the truth is all I'll ever know it's been a long time developing rhymes so if I choose to keep it old school, man, I'll be just fine *sung male R&B outro* yeah, I'm just an O-G who has lived a lot of life, and I and I brought it all to life on this mic I know the times change and things can't be the same but I'm powered by that old school flame I'm just an O-G who has lived a lot of life, and treated hip hop just like a wife I guess it's till death do we part I truly did my part when it comes to representing this art
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