[Featuring: Mic Boyd & White Mic]
(They donât know)
I got these kids in my face like
Now that you found success, what does it taste like
(They donât know)
Honestly it doesnât taste ripe
All of this strife doesnât justify the pay hike
(They donât know)
You really think you figured me out?
I built this up from nothing in my tree house
A kid from the sticks done good
You should be proud but you continually doubt
(They donât know)
Weâve seen it all before
The young, broke artist finally getting his reward
And the fans he first had were the hardest of hardcore
Now they want to say heâs loosing touch with the art form
(They donât know)
They said he changed too much and the other half said he hasnât changed enough
Iâm doing me; all my bullshit growing as a man
Take a walk in my shoes and Iâm sure youâd understand
[Chorus:]
(They donât know)
Use your mind weâre all one of a kind man
(They donât know)
No they donât know nothing, but they gotta stay something
(And they donât know) Why I write, what Iâm doing with my life
(And they donât know for they come and they go)
[Mike Boyd:]
You got some nerve
Trying to sum me up with one word
I know some people donât concur
But its time to come out from that rock that youâve been hiding under
(They donât know)
Iâm from the land of hateful words and racial slurs
Plus I love hip-hop so it makes it worse
Wasnât sure how to take it at first
Til I realized that the mistake was theirs
I never changed my accent to be down with rap and
Never started acting like Iâd pop a cap in your asses
I was just a hip-hop addict, thatâs all, thatâs it.
It still makes me sick
To see these racist hicks
Droppinâ N bombs like itâs still the days of the slave ships
That ignorance still leaves me in amazement
Iâm ashamed to share the same skin
[White Mic:]
(And they donât know) what itâs like for Mike
In my life, I thought Iâd see my name in lights
But (they donâtâ know) what this game is like
Shot for the stars but I didnât aim it right
I tried to stay in flight
I crave the mic but I donât know what to say at times
Day and night I sit and think about a way to rhyme
With a wooden pencil that doesnât make a flame ignite
(And they donât know) how it feels to fall
When you got no plan B at all
And when Iâm seen on the scene people ask how is he involved?
If I wasnât was I ever real dog?
I donât need an album completed
I just getting weeded and spitting
And people peep it and listen
And think that I need an opinion
But if you got one, keep it, secret
- :
- Greatful
- Classified
- Handshakes And Middle Fingers
- Self Explanatory
- Hitch Hikin Music
- Union Dues
- Unpredictable
- Miscellaneous
- Heavy Head
- Now! 23
- Classified (Instrumental Version)
- Juno Awards 2010
- MuchDance 2010
- Anybody Listening
- While You Were Sleeping
- Inner Ninja EP
- Trial and Error
- Trouble EP
- Inner Ninja
- Touch of Class EP