Our Own

We first started, recording rhymes in Slikk's apartment Cool Edit Pro 2 until I got Logic Pushing thru the scene with no begging for pardons We Backpackers While half the world was filled with robots and martians Food for thought when they starve like Marvin But what we drop hit precise like a marksman We killing the game, dearly departed Not for the fainthearted, y'all this a revolution They simple minded so it's tough to talk evolution Not knowing that we were the next to do this Swear they all dropped the ball, New Year's resolution Now they scrambling to try to pick it up Still it's people telling me that I should switch it up But they say that if ain't broke don't fix Especially when it's as good as this We got our own thang Yo we, we got our own thang Broke the rules and yea we played our own game Why Cuz we, we got our own thang Now they finally respect it But still I feel a need to address it And still feel like that nigga not to eff with Ya hottest rhymes couldn't even touch my press kit So please pardon my arrogance God-willing, God-ordained, it's so evident Competition to me is all so irrelevant Cuz I've seen where my wild dreams have never been Seeing is believing, they see it, now believing Haters want to hate, let me give them haters reason Claiming that they loyal but I see a lot of treason Swear them niggas fickle with the seasons They saying that we won't succeed if we don't comply Saying fans will jump ship if we don't provide Every move we made was met with a strong deny So now it's like we get high on our own supply We got our own thang Yo we, we got our own thang Broke the rules and yea we played our own game Why Cuz we, we got our own thang