Yea, Uh, Sol, Aha, Yea, Uh
I write this song, for my family
For my fans, friends, and enemies
I want to tell this to you tell it, tell it to your face
But I speak so much better when the beat breaks
They used to make fun of my stutter like every day
So I got high to slow my mind and to levitate
Been writin' punch lines since I found an empty page
Fuck the rap game
More than an emcee mayne
Forget your bars, your boxes
This is hip hop, and not the non-sense
You only live once, as far as I can tell
So I break through this music like I'm out of jail
This is Huey, This is Bobby, This is Malcolm, This is Pac
This is you, This is me, This is us, This is god
This is so much more than sixteen bars
This is from me to you, stay true to who you are
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As if you knew me y'all, But you don't know me man
My homies want to smoke
These ladies want to fuck
And rappers want me to rap on every single cut
But I nip and tuck
Myself in the cut
I know you give me love, but I need to get in touch
See you could really see, see who is really me
23 deep
Yours truly Still incomplete
Soon as the beat cast me out your alley in the Philippines
Fila and Manila Rest in peace to the Billy Jean
Author, the king
He taught me everything
I was probably three feet tall Moon walking towards my dream
I鈥檓 a product of the 90's
Product of a black mama, White papa Clinton-Bush-Obama foreign policy
I took a time machine, To my birth date
Change my birth place, To the land of the earth quake
If my mama would鈥檝e had me in Haiti this verse would say
Sak pase'
As if you knew me y'all, But you don鈥檛 know me man
Rap is what I do, But not who I am
If you ever been judged by someone for something you understand
I鈥檓 a simple man, Not so different
Just cause I sing about women in my music doesn't mean I鈥檓 pimping them
I fell in love once
But I鈥檝e tried many times
Lost the most beautiful girl Then spit lines and many dimes
But it鈥檚 never quite the same
First night they give me brain
Then the next morning ask me if Sol鈥檚 my real name
My man say 'find out who you are and be it'
We just happen to be in the public so you see it
That鈥檚 why you think you know me
But you are not my homie
I used to be a stoner, Now I am just Mr. Lonely
We only on this cold world for a minute
That鈥檚 why I treat the good like piano keys and hit it
I get it, Like it is supposed to be got
While on the rise I don鈥檛 mind, If you know me or not
Suck up
So you scream my name, But you don鈥檛 know me man
As if you knew me y鈥檃ll, But you don鈥檛 know me man