64 Bars Lyrics

I've been leaning with a demeanor of a cholo

Elbows out, rebounds I'm ripping em

Bad boy, Bill Lambert, refs giving me technicals, technically I'm

Eminem and Sade if they had a baby

In the way that my emotions contradict each other lately

Considered a renaissance man with a big plan

And if rap is my plan B, I'll abort it by choice

Either way it's a war when you have a voice

So I'm prepared for the moment that I take my last breath

Knowing there's chess games predicting strategies of death

Yes I'm aware but I ain't checking the score

Fuck awards Ima outshine the hands of Edward

Precise on every cut as if

One day these verbal painting will be worth a couple racks

Go and hang em on the wall

As if they fit the description of Jesus Christ, aka Son of All

I son em all, peep the DNA, pops spun records way back in the day

Before Purple Rain and Beat Street had just released

Mom snapped to the rhythm while cooking delicious meals that would

Determine the level of joy and feel at family gatherings

Music had built passion within

Reacting in awe thus leading to breaking, skating, handrails

Prepared us to fear no

Specimen, especially when we earned stripes as lettermen

In school sports, I never wished to teleport

To the day I fucking tore my ACL, which was hell

So I picked a pen and pad in the process

Dissecting every chapter in my life

knife deep like speaking in third person to my casket

From all angles I just want to score a basket

From all angles I just want to score a basket