Shad – Grammy Family Freestyle

but really im sick of rappin
but really i miss the passion
ya feel me?
i miss the scene
ya film me?
i miss the action
i miss touring
i miss America
– miss the pageant
im still married
that dame tho
the game
is mrs jackson to me
… rappers love talking this epic
when we talk of our exit from showbiz
tho nobody noticed we left it…
i was hedging bets
at the school of texas
hold em rolexus
and lexuses
just a second
i got a test
but im blessed
i got to live and learn
literally
did a term, then went to gig and earn
earn: just let it burn
words like a grow op
no i don’t mean grow pot
i mean to get that dope tho
i still gotta grow lots
live real stories – grow plots
they wanna mow crops
and grow gwap
find some botoxed
robots to co-opt
but y’all know me
it don’t stop
i just go off
i stay on
point
for the heads –
this cut’s a mohawk –
ungh… for heads thats
heads strong
and heads with dreads on
and white corn rows
(although thats dead wrong)
but listen, this is all-inclusive
for all humans
this for y’all amusement
music for the blue collar dudes
and all the college students
im paul wall in 05
and im car pollution
and im harden hoopin
all meaning
im a problem, houston
a constant nusance
i cause confusion
hold on – this song is long as the
constitution…
its just got a lot of thoughts
that are hard to explain
im trying to try a little tender
but im hard in the brain
hard headed
thoughts darkened
and charred in the flame
im talking black – pardon the slang
but the flame is like flocka
young men always gotta
go hard in the paint
we talk foul and offensive
they call charge in the game
but even activists
targeting Targets and chain stores
can get chained in the same war –
same arms taking aim
arm leg leg arm head
we all are the same
one race
feeling safe when we
start in our lanes
till that gun spark
reminds us of
young scars
and makes us all start to run
far from the pain
so we take off
and hide and we
harbour the shame
and as we grow older
man it only gets harder to change
it’s getting heavy
i don’t wanna let my ppl down
i’ll fight the evil within
until im beneath the ground
sleeping sound
thats my deepest vow
til i take my
deepest bow
i’ll keep reaching out
thru these speakers
now my homie told me
this album
should be called
“food court”
cuz i only talk about
food, justice and hoop scores
put on my jordans this morning
without a shoe horn
played a couple games
then debated
the use of brute force
vs new forms
of abuse
to make us
produce more…
over cold pizza
and a lukewarm 2-4…
the poor gotta eat
so like first ball
we shoot for it
im just trying to
remember that
life is too short
every second’s
precious
lets stay up
like due north
of new york
where my homegirl
trying to quit with
the newports
and my dude’s trying
to keep the food
portions down
to two-courses
im trying to build
with a lady
and maybe move
towards forming
a team
thats my last
reference to sports
i promise im thru
these women are getting too
bored…
callin this
dude-core…
the last time i was rocking this
i was rocking a diamond tee
rhyming like rawkus would sign him
but dreaming that diamond – rocafella –
before barack was presiding
over the oval office to go to iraq
i was grindin’ …
an i still love it
up in front of
the public
juggling subjects
 in couplets
its funny my
stomach
plummets
right before every time
but then im fine
once them drums hit
drum sticks
in buckets
backstage
with subway
subwiches
man…
im lucky as what
this what i
do for the ducats
no soul sucking
for pay stubs
im nobodys puppet
now im buzzin
cuz this stuff is
in my blood
like an IV
but just cuz i love it
its not my ID
i mean –
im wrapped in these
rhyme schemes
and i rap to define me
but… rap doesn’t define me
trust that
i’ll be fine
when the shine leaves
dudes used to say
“would you rhyme please?!”
they had to push me to start
like they couldn’t find keys
now im regarded
the most rewinded
rwandese
london-raised
but not the one reknowned
for the grime scene…
im sending this
one to my fam
and my
old friends
and fans
that follow all
the tweets
that i don’t send
my man g
is on the net
– no goal tend
my plan b
i just left
cuz i goes in
im into 30 for 30 docs
and 30 rock
why? cuz im 30
and cuz im kinda of a
nerdy jock
i remember
before jigga made 30 hot
and i still front on justin
a little cuz of that
dirty pop
i had cee-lo on cassette
back when he would rap
sittin up in my room
with that moesha track
that was back when north america
made cars
now inner cities
look like outer space
we only make stars
i remember we didn’t care
when we ate carbs
i remember dreaming the day
we would take charge
im seein the seeds of future change
right now in the present
as we work in our fields here
grounding the message
in real life lessons
getting right down to the essence
then we water that like a fountain
when we’re counting our blessings
sharing the hope of our hearts
and the doubts and the questions
see the seeds sprout into trees
that leave thousands of fresh ones
havent got there yet
but ive found some direction
im not a catholic but these
tracks is the sound of confession
it’s like i said em then heaven
sent down a post card
over a large ocean of doubt
via coast guardian angel
to say we’re ok –
we’ve all
broke hearts
groped parts
fought and hurt
drank and smoked darts
we’re all victims
we’re all innocent
no charge
you’re free to be
who you are
now go and don’t harm
the world’s so starved
for you being unique
thats cliche
but it often is
with the truth, see
it’s nothing too deep
and it’s nothing new
we all knew it as youth
seems we just forgot as
soon as we grew a few feet…
thats why i like to say remember
to remember
thats why i like to lay my fingers on that fender
and thats why i write and play
to try to find the light of day
in these dark winter nights
and bravely bring it to the centre
still some say it’s
hood nonsense
with no good conscience
they got it backwards –
it’s hood conscious
and good nonsense
but check the comments
some supporters
got enough hate:
some fans don’t post
“i love shad”
they just say
“f*** drake”
i got no problem
with drizzy of course
im not vex i cant cop
what drizzy affords
im all good
i even got
to give to the poor
TO knows
im like a benz
in this city of fords (rob)…
im thinking they’re bored
with the backpacking
like, “is he done yet?”
they waiting on that hit
like phil collins
on the drum set
in the air tonight
im heavy as
two tonnes
heads sleeping
on the kid
im breaking down
they bunk beds
and raising hell
like rev run said
watch him stalk his prey
and walk this way slow
as the undead
i keep it 100 till sunset
till theres not one breathe
in my lungs left
the undisputed number one …
S…
nah this is a new act
called sinner and saint
where the singer
covers inner pain
with glitter and paint
and delivers his
statements
with wit and
vigour and taste
they say entertainer’s
like cedric
‘cept thinner and great…
im playing
im not a comedy king
obviously
rap fathered me
sorta like
pop’s rap
on common’s be
my policys
quality over quantity
real girls over drama queens
real world over college dean
philosophies
honesty over shock
real thoughts over knocking beats
real talk…
im just spittin this so
you’ll cop the heat
im dropping this fall
this clip’s small –
like chris paul –
i do this to
assists y’all too
not to just ball
im trying to get you open
while im trying to find the right path
off the screen
so i can kick it you
like that
if you like it
click like or
hit me right back
thats the give and go
now im gone
mic passed
with flying colours…

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