It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets

Get fly crash the limo back seats

Lookin' in the faces

Of some ladies that I never met

On the interview tip, no sweat

They ask me questions

I throw the words back

They say they write facts

I know that's bull crap

They're kickin' drama

But then drama's my middle name

That's the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings

Dot wanta pick it up

But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up

Another damn reporter

On the line with a word quiz

I gotta show cause I'm livin' with the show

Biz. Out the llimo, to the plane

In the pourin' rain

I hate flyin'

But there's no time for slow trains

another show to do

I gotta caatch my crew

They left last night

In the bus around two

The plane's a small one

No fun at all

Bouncin' round the air

Like a tennis ball

When it touches down

I wanna kiss the ground

But it's time to wreck a new town

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew

They tell me all  the speakers blew

The cordless don't work

Sound man's a jerk

Somebody's gonna get hurt

I'm crazy mad

But my fans want autographs

I turn my angry frowns

Into fake laughs

I can't be rude

Cause they wouldn't understand

I in't human no more, I'm a superman



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You can try

But you'll never understand this

You can try

But you'll never understand this

You can try

But you'll never understand this

The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous



Four hours till show time oh well

I might as well check in the hotel

Get a little rest

Before it's time to play

Ten brothers standin' in the hallway

All with demo tapes

They need the hook up

They heard that I was

The one to look up

I can't ditch 'em

Cause they already saw me

I'll put my head down

Maybe they'll ignore me

No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"

I listened to twenty-five songs

And after thaat

The brothers still wouldn't leave

They started lookin' at my T.V.

I was gonna break down

If they didn't jet soon

Snuck across the hall

And crashed in E's room

But then this freak came in

Thought I was E

Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse

Pushed her breast against my face

Started girating her waist. Sounds fly,

Like a hype sex thriller?

But see she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me

Home girl hit the floor

This is what it's like on tour

I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick

"Could we take this picture real quick?"

Jumped into a pose

That I used a million times before

Took pictures

With the whole damn floor

I couldn't say no not to my fans

You see they wouldn't understand



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Now it's show time, time to flow time

Evil lost the records

But we still gotta go time

The house is packed

Everybody's on their feet

So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat."

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit

I start bustin' off some new shit

The stage is so smokey

That I almost fall off, I start inhalin' it

I'm tryin' not to cough

I'm catchin' problems from every angle

The mic cords are tangled

I try to flow smooth

But my words are mangled

Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain't enough

The police are hawkin'

Listenin' real close

To the words I'm talkin'

They wanna put a brother like me

In the back seat

Just because I curse the beat

They wanna tap my phone

Wanna keep my crib bugged

Call all my homes

Felonist street thugs

You might say

I think this lifestyle sucks?

I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks

Although it's all

Not glamour and gleam

It's still my dream



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