(Hip Hop) it aint in Columbia, SC... for the most part
Rap, Hip Hop
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Story behind the song
(Hip Hop) it aint in Columbia, SC... for the most part
Lyrics
beneath the rubble, an emcee seein trouble/
gotta pick myself up at the speed of double time/
bust rhymes, humble mind, must shine/
just get myself off this grind/
i couldn't work any harder i rhyme 9 to 5/
i flow free like the sounds the from spring/
been close wit rap, since playground and swings/
but now its crap, so i go through moodswings/
but stillstay tight wit beats like shoe strings/
wit every waking breath im reppin SC, (803)/
but this hip hop scene, just cant be seen/
its more of john mayer davematthews typa thing/
im in po-et tree lounges spittin spoken word, wit open verbs/
but its just hard for me to be heard/
unless had a guitar singin free bird/
im gettin so tired and longin for some needed stamina/
maybe the key is remixin the song sweet home alabama/
and mabye that way i get.. some more peeps on my side/
gotta do what i gotta do to keep my rhymes alive/
lines i continue to shell out/
so many times i wanted sell out/
and make some crunk shit that gets played in the club/
but im close wit rap, i just cant make it if its something that i dont love/
so its the love or the dough/
the truth or the fame, gotta be the truth cuz the truths in the name/
gotta be the truths in the name/
nogimiks just sprays, no gimiks dont play/
when he speaks sort of teaches to all/
gotta reach for the sky, without thinking fallin/
and gotta have nothing before thinkin of ballin
i stay trying at my music, dying for my music/
but everyday it seems like these blues get/
bluer and bluer, stronger and stronger/
and with every song another weight on my shoulder, and with hater my heart gets colder/
wanna stop wanna quit but i got keep going/
clear my mind, bust rhymes and just keep flowin/
til like sesame doors come open/
just hope it comes soon, before soul gets broken/
so i stay prayin, stay hopen/
in this race to chase my dreams, my flow gets noticed/
so you hip hop hoes u better get focussed/
im creepin up on you from back/
stay speaking wit an attitude/
hat backwards black dude, who slaps whack rappers too/
and my lattide, the grattitude, for fans who clap at you/
man what that'll do, you will never know/
when you rip up a show and they feel how you flow/
