[Dave]

It's like, New York without a New York yanks

Better yet, New York without the New York franks

It's like hot summers without no A.C

Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C

It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob

I'm like "Yo how is it?" he like "It's like hard"

Trying for that queen but you nothing but a man

You wanna keep it clean but you can't

Why it gotta be, like, that

And what the life, see life is like a J shot

Shooters son, they got

One point one second, you half court

I'm feeling the adrenaline like you half court

Like pink slips and dipping these ink tips to paper

Imagine if we fuck around and lose Hip-hop

Imagine if it didn't exist

Imagine nothing shining your wrist

See, imagining to you is a risk

But think about it, like no chrome rims

And tims would be construction boots (ill)

We probably wouldn't even substitute (ill)

For words we use defining our likes

I'm coal mining these mics

To keep that gold nugget like Dave Megget

Giant like a motherfucker, like Dave said it

But ya ain't listening, ya paper gon' stack

Why it gotta be like that?



That, dadadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dat

Dat, dadadat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat



[Chorus: Carl Thomas]

Just running, running, fast as I can

I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man

If I, can't stand the life that I'm in

I gotta keep running