(feat. Phonte) 



[Intro:] 

To anybody 

That ever looked at a blank piece of paper 

And felt that feeling 

That you didnt, you don't know what to say 

You be wondering 

If your next joint is gonna be banging or not 

You be wondering if people gonna be feeling your shit 

This is for y'all 

Come On 



[Verse 1:] 

I've been stuck on the same page 

Seven days isolated in the same cage 

Six minutes spitting out curse words of rage 

Holding on to my pen like it's the last days 

And she my only weapon 

Still stepping with a passionate cause 

But the block reveals all of your flaws hoping you give in 

Shifting, more swift than the panic 

Older brain with the pen feeling so diplomatic 

Until you fight back 

Pen strokes tend to quiet that and at the same time my mind drift 

Between the pen and the paper there's a slight rift 

The pressure's on and I might miss 

Who can bare that stress? 

First start is the second guess 

The third try I'm still hopeless 

I'm like a penny with a hole in it 

The words come but no soul in it 

So it's back to the block trying to figure out this damn thing 



[Chorus:] 

So if you see me in the lab with a pen and a pad 

I'm trying to write a verse that's doper than my last one 

Let's put it down for my peeps going at it hard 

On every block, every corner, every boulevard 

Some niggaz think about sex, I think about checks 

and I ain't spitting 16 until I know I'm about to cash one 

Let's spit a rhyme for the streets steady pulling cards 

On every block, every corner, every boulevard 



[Verse 2:] 

They say the pressure's on to make more music 

And write a better song to make the hoars loose it 

Dance floor music with out no heart attatched 

For all them harder cats that I was sleeping on, 

Not trying to lead you on but there's a deeper zone 

when you start dealing with the industry and keeping on 

You do your thing, I do mine 

Fuck it, 10 inches long 

'Cause I ain't even on but still you want to sweat 

Looking for me to fill your pockets and your deficits 

asking for loot and I ain't even sold no records yet 

My family argue when they beefing over petty shit 

And niggaz still think this journey was everless 

Shit 

Yo, that's why I'm using God as my guide 

'Cause making moves in this game 

It's kind of hard to decide 

Once you put your Hancock on the line 

My niggaz change at the drop of a dime 

That put a block on your mind, for real 



[Chorus:] 

So if you see me in the streets and my eyes look red 

it's probably because I ain't been able to sleep 

We put it down for our peeps going at it hard 

On every block, every corner, every boulevard 

Some niggaz spit for the range 

I spit for the change to make sure that all my family got something to eat 

Spit a rhyme for the street steady pullin cards 

For every block, every corner, every boulevard 



[Outro:] 

Yo, it's like that y'all 

State to state 

Country to country 

It's Little Brother 

9th Wonder 

The Justus League, undiscovered 

It's like that y'all 

We keep it going 

We keep it on, and on, and on 

On, and on, and on 

Like that 



[Outro scene:] 

Pooh, 

Oh Pooh 

Wake up big daddy 

Look at you 

Laying there looking all cute and cuddly 

(Different lady) 

Good morning baby 

You remember.. we agreed on that minajee(sp?) 

Well, I got something better than that 

I brought Tasha 

(First lady) 

Pooh 

Oh Pooh 

(Third lady) 

Terrance! 

Yeah, come on 

(Man's voice) 

WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP