Along the Way
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[Jimmy Nice]
I heard somebody say the worlds gonna end in a year’s time
Man, yeah whatever you wanna hear through the grapevine
Try and tell me it ain't perfect to stir shit
I'll take that Marvin Gaye line and I'll make wine
White lies hater make my day
Break bread with the fam' before you lay your head
Don't wanna make your bed, before you make your mark
I used to lay along the tracks as the train rolled past
Raise your glass for times you knew better but didn't
Do better breezed through like "whatever"
But Jimmy got a brand new bag, new get-up
And it's made of love so it’s hater-proof
Setup a team that don't care 'bout the next man’s moves
I got a jam to make that next man move
Ate a couple rappers got their records spun backwards
Come whack and you'll be next man
Dudes singing that I ain't writing' anymore wanna chalk me out
Little homie its the thought that counts
But If I do decide to retire from graff I'm a hit you firsthand
So you'll get it from the source of the horse’s mouth
Know what I'm talking bout?
I got a ten-thou' deep crowd to sing the chorus out
Say thou shall not fuck with Jim D know that (ha)
Say thou shall not fuck with Jim D know that (not at all)
Lucifer's next of kin and ya'll Judas
Cause ya'll will crucify your friend
Peep the lesson within, peace peace
[Hook 1:]
Young man what you got to say, young man what you got to say?
What you got to say?
All I need is a minute of your time If you give it I'll be on my way
If I could make, what I knew then what I know now
Who knows how it woulda panned out
But I'll do one better, I'm a put together what I picked up along the way, along the way
[Solo]
As I, float along with the wind
Progress and make moves try and bond with my kin
At times, it's like the blind leading the blind
Nobody really knows what they're hoping to find
So I do my best to follow my own advice
Keep an ear out and above all an open mind
Though I misstep, let it get the best of me
Yours truly none other than my own worst enemy
Still, nonetheless destined to be
I study the prototype so it’s no surprise
Onedayers in a state gettin' up in your territory
I take a room of strangers and make 'em all remember me
Shouts to Sirl AKA Mr. Remedy
As I take a trip down memory lane, remember the graff letters you gave me?
Man that shit amazed me, so I practiced on that paper like every day
With the ABC writing out the alphabet
Now its letters to the world as I play these beats
Going through ups and downs like the value of a dollar
But I remain a student until I'm crowned a scholar, scouts honour
My sneaks pound the pavement on the
Same block I pound a few times now I've been around
Till I finally reach my seat up in the clouds
Put my feet up on the couch like peace I'm out
[Hook 2:]
Young man what you got to say, young man what you got to say?
Tryna follow my shadow down the straight and narrow
Even though I've been known to stray
If I could make what I knew then, what I know now
Who knows how it woulda panned out
But I'll do one better, I'm a put together what I picked up along the way, along the way
[Bridge:]
No I'm not sure, just where I'm heading
But I'm leaving all the same
While ?? chasing days, I came across these lessons
Drifting on by, with the horizon in my head
[Nick Lupe:]
Let me begin my address, some say this life’s a test
It's a mess, nothing but a fight to the death
Will I reside in the fiery depths?
Who knows, this the only booth where I confess
No telling where you'll find me next
Write rhymes to the beat that's inside the chest
Freestyle the rest, might have had a few missteps
But man, I travel light carry no regrets
Plus we let the dojo bless us
Trying to find peace without the yoga stretches
And these days the pressure get so relentless
The mirrors on the wall bear no resemblance (yeah)
We're just trying to make sense from the senseless
A few dollars off a sentence
Gain a few followers and mentions
They say I'm a hood scholar and a gentleman
Every time that I talk my shit
At the end of the day man that's all it really is
My old man taught me how to walk like this
Gotta know when to walk, when to ball my fist
Gotta know when to talk, when to listen
And always handle yours in the kitchen
So I carry on the tradition
I wanna thank ya'll for listening, we going the distance
[Hook:]
Young man what you got to say, young man what you got to say?
You better watch it mate
You really need that one last drink?
Well I swear I had the longest day
If I could make what I knew then, what I know now
Who knows how it woulda panned out
But I'll do one better, I'm a put together what I picked up along the way, along the way
[Bridge:]
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