The morning after
The night before
The morning after
(The night before)
I never been much of nothing
Life has been a test
Since the age of 14
I been doin' my best
Cipher after cipher
Rapper after rapper
Wasn't in it for the love
It was the music I was after
Blood brothers, mixed beats on beltry tables
First techs I touched were provided by able
Silver surfer gray with some M44's
Wе got them dirt style records way bеfore they hit stores
Krylon' backpacks, ripped one mix tapes
Cardboard old records with some weak drum breaks
I worked two summers to buy a NPC
It took a week just to get that box to make sound for me
Seventeen chase crushed in a zip disk
Phen's first Christmas god as my witness
JS is born in a closet called the can
Made a boy into a man and gave us the upper hand
Keep on tryin', you're bound to make somethin'
On the gateway with acid we recorded Good for Nothing
Walked into our high school
Handed it out for free
Graduated '02, Tuscan in '03
(name) made a home here, I just tagged along
If it wasn't for my brother, I'da never wrote a song
Phens and beats in a CD case
Via Albuquerque NPC was at his place
Words became a sentence, and that was just a half
A building of feelings we call paragraph
Nose to the grind, push forward no fear
So big time, opened up for Atmosphere
Hand to hand, free again just to get attention
Shiny belt buckle with a name you should mention
Rocked a couple stages
Scientific flow, shootin' for the stars
So I wrote Average Joe
Gas and a fuel tank, life on the road
Drink to get sleep on floors so cold
Eat dirt and love it, The motto of a charmer
Back to the microphone to clear out a monster
Wrote the book on battle raps
Hot deserts, long nights
Made legends out of men
Five years, mic fights
Needed some help, so I Helped Myself
Dew Bucky, Runtsky underground commonwealth
Some began to shine
Some bridges had to fall
Pops got sick, had to rent a U-Haul
Oklahoma bound and left the dream behind
Spent a year in the woods and I lost my mind
Hearts to a valley, and this became a problem
And out my depression ,Runt and Tuck made autumn
Hit the road again, the only thing I know to do
Two months, thirty shows, and that JS crew
Been asleep since then, tryna catch my breath
Old broken down van with some CDs left
I never chase my dreams
I just choke em to death
Never wanted to make it right
So I stayed steady left
Life has been a party and I want more
Jaded and hung over from
The Night Before
The night before
The morning after
(The night before)
I never been much of nothing
Life has been a test
Since the age of 14
I been doin' my best
Cipher after cipher
Rapper after rapper
Wasn't in it for the love
It was the music I was after
Blood brothers, mixed beats on beltry tables
First techs I touched were provided by able
Silver surfer gray with some M44's
Wе got them dirt style records way bеfore they hit stores
Krylon' backpacks, ripped one mix tapes
Cardboard old records with some weak drum breaks
I worked two summers to buy a NPC
It took a week just to get that box to make sound for me
Seventeen chase crushed in a zip disk
Phen's first Christmas god as my witness
JS is born in a closet called the can
Made a boy into a man and gave us the upper hand
Keep on tryin', you're bound to make somethin'
On the gateway with acid we recorded Good for Nothing
Walked into our high school
Handed it out for free
Graduated '02, Tuscan in '03
(name) made a home here, I just tagged along
If it wasn't for my brother, I'da never wrote a song
Phens and beats in a CD case
Via Albuquerque NPC was at his place
Words became a sentence, and that was just a half
A building of feelings we call paragraph
Nose to the grind, push forward no fear
So big time, opened up for Atmosphere
Hand to hand, free again just to get attention
Shiny belt buckle with a name you should mention
Rocked a couple stages
Scientific flow, shootin' for the stars
So I wrote Average Joe
Gas and a fuel tank, life on the road
Drink to get sleep on floors so cold
Eat dirt and love it, The motto of a charmer
Back to the microphone to clear out a monster
Wrote the book on battle raps
Hot deserts, long nights
Made legends out of men
Five years, mic fights
Needed some help, so I Helped Myself
Dew Bucky, Runtsky underground commonwealth
Some began to shine
Some bridges had to fall
Pops got sick, had to rent a U-Haul
Oklahoma bound and left the dream behind
Spent a year in the woods and I lost my mind
Hearts to a valley, and this became a problem
And out my depression ,Runt and Tuck made autumn
Hit the road again, the only thing I know to do
Two months, thirty shows, and that JS crew
Been asleep since then, tryna catch my breath
Old broken down van with some CDs left
I never chase my dreams
I just choke em to death
Never wanted to make it right
So I stayed steady left
Life has been a party and I want more
Jaded and hung over from
The Night Before
( Jivin Scientists )
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