All right, see I ain't really all that famous, yet

But I'm not a nobody neither

Just doing our thing

Sometimes we do it right, sometimes we do it wrong

Doesn't matter, either way it gets done

It gets done our way



[Verse 1]

Can't really pinpoint when I made the big choice

God never spoke to me about my thin voice

It ain't like I was handed a mission

I won't front, I'm just another man of tradition

I guess its best to check inside of the music

Rap groups back in my youth got me boosted

Couldn't stop the usage, call me opportunist

The turntables plugged in? Fuck it, gotta do it

Beats back then broke the button on my rewind

Opened up my mind to notes, drums and time

Started memorising everybody's rhymes

Spitting your shit like I was going for mine

Introduced me to funk, rock and jazz

So amazed as to how the DJs chopped the samples

Some nod their heads, some pop they ass

So it was only natural for me to cop a handful



[Hook]

Between what it is and what can be

I'm here just to keep you company

You ain't got to be in love with me

Just don't stop beating them drums for me

Between what it is and what can be

I'm here just to keep you company

You ain't got to be in love with me

Strange how far you mark for me



[Verse 2]

So put the jam on and move forwards

Roll up the windows and sing a chorus

And give it more until the life drops

Nef turn off the speakers, boom box or the iPod

No stopping me, you can't possibly

What you thought I'd do, Ant's got a lot of beats

Shake your ass in celebratory fashion

It's not the spot for you to come relax mam

Ain't nothin like Hip Hop music

The shoe fits, gotta show and prove it

Ask god how much is too much

He wrote a note in the clouds, said "Keep fucking them up"

I used to live in those headphones

All alone stuck in my zone

But today I got a king and I'll follow the dream

Just to see what tomorrow can bring, ding, ding



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Oh, they don't like my crew

Because we don't sound nothin like they think we sposed to

That's cool, I guess it ain't for you

But I'm still comin through with what I came to do

Been in love with it since I was a kid

It protected me, watched over what I did

I was a junkie, I couldn't get enough of it

Probably should've predicted that I'd be up in it (Fuck with it)

Your gonna have to kill me to stop me

I'm a grown ass man, this ain't no goddamn hobby

The bread's all soggy and them kisses are sloppy

But I still love rap from the soul to the body

Give it everything that you know

Because the people in the crowd is trynna let it go

She might need a little something for them nerves

Make her way up front to mouth along with the words

She say...



[Hook]