Rising Of The Dawn Lyrics

Intro
They always told me I'd never amount to nothing
I remember the day my 6th grade teacher Mrs. Gray
Asked me if I was on drugs
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Give me a second
I want to remember this moment
Come on

1st Verse
When I hold my mic, MC's remain frozen
‘Cause they know I'll cut them down without emotion
Where I'm from you don't choose the streets, you are the chosen
And you rhyme without a deal, marketing and slogans
Grind the streets, stay alive on whatever you find to eat
Whether good or not spit whenever you find a beat
Get my paper up, cognac in pimp cup next time we meet
‘Cause I plan to dominate through these lines I speak
Can't let my mind get weak so I make cyphers pop off
By popping a pill of Viagra and rap until my d!ck soft
Keep my rhymes coming again, until my d!ck soft
Down by 5, 2 seconds left and I caught the kickoff
Watch for shots I lick off, I'm in your face never shy
Most of my friends are locked up or dead can't say I never cry
Pour out a little liquor, raise my glass to the sky
So the only priest seen when I die better be Superfly

Chorus
Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long
From the sunset to the rising of the new dawn
My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song
Just to leave yall a memory when I'm gone
Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long
From the sunset to the rising of the dawn My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song
Just to leave yall a legacy when I'm gone

2nd Verse
I got this dream, rap star, nice car, all the chicks
But then I wake up and life's a b!tch
I make more from what I flip than what I spit
Recorded that, triple this, so I can get it mixed
To get it mastered, I got to move it much faster
I'm trying to shake the game not get caught up in the rapture
Become a memory to family from what a camera captured
Dead on the block gun shot, the dream is shattered
Like I never mattered, punch line of a joke
Ain't an MC better than the worst line I wrote
Battle at the Temple of Hip Hop so KRS can vote
‘Cause I keep on spitting on in the octagon being choked
Hold it like the Olympic torch, my mic will roast
‘Cause I feed off any beat like parasite to host
Lyrically go for the throat, kill it ‘til it turn ghost
Then maybe you hear the fat lady hit her notes

Chorus
Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long
From the sunset to the rising of the new dawn
My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song
Just to leave yall a memory when I'm gone
Failure ain't an option, been at it for too long
From the sunset to the rising of the dawn
My mic's too strong, too much sweat in each song
Just to leave yall a legacy when I'm gone

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