Fo' tha love

I do this for the love of music When I first heard it There was no confusing Since I was little Listening to the truest Listening to Eminem Trae Tha Truth On Restless Listening to DJ screw spin Z-Ro The crooked On my musical tool list It was the coolest Ridin' around Listen to Pac and snoop doggs ebonics The chronic sound Of Dr. Dre I reminisce On Jammin' to incubus On my rubric Didn't matter the genre From Houston To California I'm on it Mc Jin On 106 and park Sparks sparking from the microphone Freestyle kings tear em apart Ever since I was little I always loved the art Knew I would grab the microphone and tear it apart These words hit Hit like a fist Slang from the wrist I do it for the art Words from my lips To a place that exists On my list I do it from the heart Swing and I swing Get knocked off my feet I get back in the ring Music companies run monopolies Prostituting art That's an atrocity I grew up hearing this philosophy Listen to Lupe Fiasco Tetsuo and youth It was lyrical ontogeny Mixing the words together with beats Like Collard greens And pig feet From the root Of the wooden tree Black and proud Like brown On mahogany Honoring these black kings Meanwhile I was fighting growing up Then I grew up and got mean People told me i'd be nothing Fake friends tryna attack me I been writing books And designing my life Like lyrics from Nate king From Montgomery MLK had a dream And it was me Matter of fact it was WE We the future of everything So take a nap But don't go to sleep Keep watching me The Prodigy I'm rolling deep Like 50 feet Or 50 miles across the street Cause I'll do whatever's needed For us to eat These words hit Hit like a fist Slang from the wrist I do it for the art Words from my lips To a place that exists On my list I do it from the heart Swing and I swing Get knocked off my feet I get back in the ring I was starving and an artist Now that's a double entendre The streets were my alma mater Father deceased So the streets Taught us I toggled with finding my way Like a toddler on a walker Married the game Took it to the altar Life is not sweet but sour I don't do this for money or power These taste are evil and cowardice People screw good people every hour I know how to counter it Listening to foolishness Is like counting money that's counterfeit They will lead you into a ditch And then use you like a rod to fish Say one thing then everything contradicts See you know what the problem is Everybody wants to be successful And go on a power trip By making you feel like a Jew in Auschwitz People chasing vagina so hard They should be a gynecologist Dollars raining on stripper poles Better call the meteorologist These words hit Hit like a fist Slang from the wrist I do it for the art Words from my lips To a place that exists On my list I do it from the heart Swing and I swing Get knocked off my feet I get back in the ring