(Verse 1) It?s way past my curfew in an emcee circle Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal And if Pops found me, I?d get smacked hard By that tree branch from my own backyard Cause it was all about textbooks and grades with A?s Something hard to juggle as a hiphop slave Skating on pave, or lounging after school with my crew Writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe Paying dues no return no concern back then Like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in For rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch time By unknown emcees thinking why aren?t they signed? Then I?d pick up a pen and express Rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest While some thought I should stop wasting my breath Dent on confidence I put my pen to rest So what?s left but getting high every day Rolling blunts with vegas, smoking profit away Cypress Hill on play singing stoned is the way? Singing stoned is the way? (chorus) And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And it?s like that I?m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And its like that I?m telling ya, yo the truth is out My story is found.. (Verse 2) And with mad smoke came the need for entertainment But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange hits Clubs gettin closed, cause money was tight Folks would rather find some ass.. than that hiphop trash And can I blame em? I?m sayin, things were rock bottom With exceptions of few, my head was rarely nodding So I got in a zone and blew the dust off my notepad Arm wrestled with words, struggled with vocab Then wrote, slowly steadily something something If lyrics were harsh the beats had to be bumping No frontin, right off the bat some turned their backs But many felt the same which put my name on the map And brought me down my coast , Japan and back Mad support from locals cats, like homies at Stacks With blunts burnt out at the end of its road Blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new goals And that?s how it went how the plot unfolds They asked about the story so let it be told (chorus) And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And it?s like that I?m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And its like that I?m telling ya, yo the truth is out My story is found.. (Verse 3) Singing one for free cans and two for mean streaks That?s the very track that put my past in the streets Deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats Using language that managed to let their hands speak To peeps that showed love but not all felt this rhyme sayer Non believers, killing vibes like Cal Tjader Cause of my race or the way I appeared But still I ran the race when placed to the rear Imagine a gook, a youth jumped by truth Kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked glued Mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and such But it built my biceps and today I lift up Jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps Fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that last And beats that make dancers put soul in their movements Wreckin? shop from the bay, La back to Brooklyn Kids scratch temples, scientists bite fists Kero?s on the scene shining light through mist Cause if I?m not fueling the flame I?m like a puppet My mouth might move but I ain?t sayin nothing So stay tuned to see how this ends Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again Sayin peace..till we meet again Sayin peace?
(Verse 1) It?s way past my curfew in an emcee circle Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal And if Pops found me, I?d get smacked hard By that tree branch from my own backyard Cause it was all about textbooks and grades with A?s Something hard to juggle as a hiphop slave Skating on pave, or lounging after school with my crew Writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe Paying dues no return no concern back then Like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in For rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch time By unknown emcees thinking why aren?t they signed? Then I?d pick up a pen and express Rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest While some thought I should stop wasting my breath Dent on confidence I put my pen to rest So what?s left but getting high every day Rolling blunts with vegas, smoking profit away Cypress Hill on play singing stoned is the way? Singing stoned is the way? (chorus) And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And it?s like that I?m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And its like that I?m telling ya, yo the truth is out My story is found.. (Verse 2) And with mad smoke came the need for entertainment But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange hits Clubs gettin closed, cause money was tight Folks would rather find some ass.. than that hiphop trash And can I blame em? I?m sayin, things were rock bottom With exceptions of few, my head was rarely nodding So I got in a zone and blew the dust off my notepad Arm wrestled with words, struggled with vocab Then wrote, slowly steadily something something If lyrics were harsh the beats had to be bumping No frontin, right off the bat some turned their backs But many felt the same which put my name on the map And brought me down my coast , Japan and back Mad support from locals cats, like homies at Stacks With blunts burnt out at the end of its road Blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new goals And that?s how it went how the plot unfolds They asked about the story so let it be told (chorus) And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And it?s like that I?m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found And its like that I?m telling ya That?s the way it went down, down down And its like that I?m telling ya, yo the truth is out My story is found.. (Verse 3) Singing one for free cans and two for mean streaks That?s the very track that put my past in the streets Deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats Using language that managed to let their hands speak To peeps that showed love but not all felt this rhyme sayer Non believers, killing vibes like Cal Tjader Cause of my race or the way I appeared But still I ran the race when placed to the rear Imagine a gook, a youth jumped by truth Kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked glued Mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and such But it built my biceps and today I lift up Jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps Fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that last And beats that make dancers put soul in their movements Wreckin? shop from the bay, La back to Brooklyn Kids scratch temples, scientists bite fists Kero?s on the scene shining light through mist Cause if I?m not fueling the flame I?m like a puppet My mouth might move but I ain?t sayin nothing So stay tuned to see how this ends Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again Sayin peace..till we meet again Sayin peace?
