Intro

They always told me I'd never amount to nothing

I remember the day my 6th grade teacher Mrs. Gray

Asked me if I was on drugs

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Give me a second

I want to remember this moment

Come on



1st Verse

When I hold my mic, MC's remain frozen

â??Cause they know I'll cut them down without emotion

Where I'm from you don't choose the streets, you are the chosen

And you rhyme without a deal, marketing and slogans

Grind the streets, stay alive on whatever you find to eat

Whether good or not spit whenever you find a beat

Get my paper up, cognac in pimp cup next time we meet

â??Cause I plan to dominate through these lines I speak

Can't let my mind get weak so I make cyphers pop off

By popping a pill of Viagra and rap until my d!ck soft

Keep my rhymes coming again, until my d!ck soft

Down by 5, 2 seconds left and I caught the kickoff

Watch for shots I lick off, I'm in your face never shy

Most of my friends are locked up or dead can't say I never cry

Pour out a little liquor, raise my glass to the sky

So the only priest seen when I die better be Superfly



Chorus

Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long

From the sunset to the rising of the new dawn

My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song

Just to leave yall a memory when I'm gone

Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long

From the sunset to the rising of the dawn

My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song

Just to leave yall a legacy when I'm gone



2nd Verse

I got this dream, rap star, nice car, all the chicks

But then I wake up and life's a b!tch

I make more from what I flip than what I spit

Recorded that, triple this, so I can get it mixed

To get it mastered, I got to move it much faster

I'm trying to shake the game not get caught up in the rapture

Become a memory to family from what a camera captured

Dead on the block gun shot, the dream is shattered

Like I never mattered, punch line of a joke

Ain't an MC better than the worst line I wrote

Battle at the Temple of Hip Hop so KRS can vote

â??Cause I keep on spitting on in the octagon being choked

Hold it like the Olympic torch, my mic will roast

â??Cause I feed off any beat like parasite to host

Lyrically go for the throat, kill it â??til it turn ghost

Then maybe you hear the fat lady hit her notes



Chorus

Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long

From the sunset to the rising of the new dawn

My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song

Just to leave yall a memory when I'm gone

Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long

From the sunset to the rising of the dawn

My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song

Just to leave yall a legacy when I'm gone