| Hopefully, hopefully, I’m in your head |
| I hope that you don’t forget that I’m |
| Still right here |
| Still right here |
| Still right here, here |
| I’m still right here |
| In the flesh like ain’t no death sight |
| Looking forward to the next night, much longevity for Tech’s life |
| Like I’m searchin' for the neck bites, how many people will stress? |
| I’m one of the best mics, multimilli’s you guessed right |
| One of the pioneers, I am here, nevr looking at no dying years |
| Rhyming I’m in shining clear, when I gt to going, they crying tears |
| Of happiness loving rapitty-rappy shit |
| That be smacking these tacky kids, blasting trash and be that remissed |
| When it comes to living legends, giving dead ends to forbidden revving, |
| of a spitting peasants that wanna fit in begging |
| But inadequate rappers’ll never sit in heaven |
| For the long haul, song fall |
| Everybody gone y’all, wrong call |
| He was in his own, all blown, dawg |
| (The industry) Dong sauce, grown drawers (Got in, |
| hopefully |
| They got they money where it supposed to be |
| Sitting hella heavy if he didn’t spin it totally |
| I can do whatever when I get up on the pen and pad |
| I meant it when I said I was a pro to be, bliss soulfully |
| Hella percussion I give when I’m bussin' and really that’s slow to me |
| Slow it down, I throw this flow around |
| Then the women get freaky like the beasties they wanna hold it now |
| Hit it 'cause my roguish style |
| And when I get into ya, ugly was meant for ya |
| Flippin' like gift for ya, Tech is the emperor, I be the coldest pal |
| Still in the conversation, and my bombs are shaking |
| On your station, I would racing and I didn’t ponder waiting |
| To get up in this being a fixture, that everybody will lift up |
| And nobody will diss ya, and get away with it |
| They getting victory is for fathom |
| We don’t play wit' it, spray quidick |
| History the dark has 'em |
| I done been around for the risen fall of a lot of y’all heart spasms and still |
| standing, so when I say hopefully and hope when I know it’s lightweight sarcasm |
| Hopefully, hopefully, I’m in your head |
| I hope that you don’t forget that I’m |
| Still right here |
| Still right here |
| Still right here, here |
| I’m still right here |
| They tried to block my Shyne here |
| «Godfather Buried Alive» here |
| I had an indeterminate sentence, never-ending, I was meant to live the «Life of |
| Pi» here |
| Heard a man cryin about the five years he had to do and I was traumatized here |
| Never goin home, lost and all alone, wondering how to survive here |
| Release date felt like a light year |
| Released hate cuz I had to fight here |
| But these days, feeling hella bright here |
| I walk in a room, it’s hella light here |
| No e-scape |
| I had to thrive here |
| Become the rose that grew from the concrete |
| Trapped in a cage |
| Fasted and prayed til the day my blessing grew upon me |
| Feeling melancholy |
| I ain’t talkin crip when I say I had the blues upon me |
| I was the man with contraband, smokin sticks, medicated movin like a Zombie |
| My biggest fear was still being here on the day that they buried mommy |
| Now it’s Strange how I’m home on a song with Tech N9ne spittin like a Tommy Gun |
| No Rocky V |
| The underdog shall win, who’s gonna stop me? None |
| Hockey ties |
| Shootouts and sudden death, you niggas should pro’ly run |
| I’ve be-gun |
| Spittin like I’ve been possessed |
| I’m gonna need an exorcism, projecting venom |
| The only outcome I ever knew was either death or prison |
| Unexpected to live beyond 25, but I rejected the vision |
| Invested in living a better life for the days that I slept in prison |
| Accepting wisdom from those who wanna see me win when I step in the building |
| With no exceptions, I’m chillin, my only concern is collecting millions |
| Ducking rodents and reptilian henchmen |
| Fuck opponents and niggas that’s squealin |
| Dark Man X-Raided |
| The anti-hero — and a penitent villain |
| Doper than DMT, out here raising hell like DMC |
| You’re finally famous cuz TMZ resuscitated your career like EMTs |
| Hardest nigga from my city for years |
| Nobody fuckin with me — none of my peers |
| Benefited from my blood, off of my sweat, off of my tears |
| Had to get Bizzy, it was Krayzie |
| Had to Wish for this I couldn’t be Layzie |
| Had to Thug it out but my mind, spirit and Flesh-N-Bone been in Harmony lately |