Life

Yeah, it's like this.. Chubb Rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock Son, rock.. [Hook: Billy Lawrence *sung*] Do you know, where you're goin to? Do you like the things that life is showin you? Where are you goin to? Do you know, what you're lookin for? Do you like the things that life has in store? Chubb holds it down for sure.. [Chubb Rock] Ever since mom kissed me and said, "Seek life!" My mind had an idea like that kid with the kite No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes Redness done, so I can script "My Life" like Mary Blige I've, been around the world in 90 days, pro-rated Like Prince no shame for that past few Sheila's I've dated Made it, with only one but I'm foreshadowing the rhyme Like a nice Pirollo(?) wine, life takes time I'm, one of two and to see it a one who's part of many The quarters of my thoughts will cost more than a damn penny Any debate we can correlate as to my release date A nine-seven slate, New York state will have to check me It's been some time since the break of the dawn The genre has definitely changed since I've been gone Whether, bad or good the flow remain tight So I can come and drop my li-ight, li-ight [Hook] [Chubb Rock] Well in the past black men used to work for (?) My age group was plotting to obtain Dead Nixons The plot, had three vectors for young prospectors School, entertain, or become Hannibal Lectors Stressors, used to stress the best, cess wine But at that particular time I chose to use my mind Goody too, size twelve shoe the Troy Ave grew Waited 'til, after eighteen to introduce the brew Downed the suds and gave a street buzz High in the +Forrest+ but stupid is as, stupid does And, that's all I have to say about that Flipped a Pulitzer prize script and started rap Simplistic at first, and the knowledge came later Rob-ski, Dave Wit, and Swanny on the fader The struggle was on but the fame was in sight And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life [Hook] [Chubb Rock] The low point was mad low when I lost James Los Spent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro bro And that's all I got to say, about that While I give thanks to the man that my brother and I'm back Onward, to the medals while the boys aged the mix To the mental utopia, so walk past the six And the rhyme and the flow, must stay real tight Like it's always been in my li-i-ife, my life [Hook]