I take 2 steps forward, 5 steps back
Lately I've been lazy like the way Mase rapped
Or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing
Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't been comin' in
No excuses I'm learnin' how to lose 'cause
That's the only way to fine tune and make improvements
Critics keep on chippin' in their two cents
But they got their record for free- shoot-
Nowadays music's like sewage, nasty and polluted
Over saturated I don't want nothin' to do with it
So when they ask the question who my influence is
I go back to the 90s and tell 'em Brand Nubian
Gave radio a shot but got fooled again
All it is is a bunch of hootin' hollerin' hooligans
Cryin' like babies, actin' like they two again
Pardon my rudeness but ya ruined my mood I don't just
Do this for food there's more to it than the music
So I got be intuitive to use this
Gift, it's like fluid when it oozes
But writers block will gridblock and leave you clueless
My ambition's to use and not abuse it
Me without grooves is like mechanics without their toolkits
Can't work without my tools, man
I take 2 steps forward, 5 steps back
Lately I've been lazy like the way Mase rapped
Or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing
Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't been comin' in
Industry tried to play me, left me with some bruises
Must have thought I was stupider than the Three Stooges
They tried to hang me I slipped out of their nooses
So I pulled a Chris Brown, I'm throwin' up my deuces
Downsized like rice to couscous
Spit that lightweight bullet-proof truth in the booth
Cooped up for months tryin' to spit fiyah they can ride to
Pull up to that drive thru, tell 'e this dat new dude!
True, can I really get more clear?
Make it boom so loud shake your rearview mirror
Unless you got car speakers like the ones I owned
Had to pain it to left 'cause the right one was blown
You ridin on chrome? I was ridin' on plastic
Two of 'em were cracked 'cause I hit a curb distracted
Yea, but it ain't no big deal
I may not have a nice whip but I still have whip appeal
I take 2 steps forward, 5 steps back
Lately I've been lazy like the way Mase rapped
Or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing
Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't been comin' in
Alright alright I write raps for a livin', perhaps I've been given
A gift that is envied by mathematicians
But are we that different? We both work in labs
While they dissect formulas I dissect rhythms
But I don't get paid much and that'll keep you humble son
Radio won't play me much, that's causin' me trouble some
People wanna nay-say, play me like a dumby-dumb
Tried to shut me down so I Dikembe Mutumbo'd 'em
Backhand it right back at 'em like Wimbledon
That's for trying to tell me what I shouldn't have or should have done
Anyway my time it will come I can smell it from a mile away like
Cinnabon
