The Tribute

[Intro speech] Leroy . . this one's for you [Verse 1] I've never met ya - that's okay, cause I put the text to Any instrumental that I'm requestin' to bless ya Sickness so you sneezing, yes sir, this the best of VA- with the best herb from the west, that's CA, puffin' on the opposite coast Watch me motherfuckin' make it without rock or the coke Know I'mma rock it if you rock with the show Cause I need some correspondance - author to audience, yo - I, forever got it like the lint in my pockets Instead, I sewed that shit right into my pockets Is this even plausible product for profit, or in the end am I not shit? Even if I gave a fuck, wouldn't matter - I promise, cause I'll never stop- when I said it, was being honest Unless I find my breath isn't getting me to the dawn, it's Waking up every day to prove to the world my calling Rather be proven with knowledge than trying to prove I'm ballin' Most of my beats done in the city of Queens Me and Le? Hit the streets for the fiends Switch E.K . . and at the tables, no one's bein' as mean But it's probably cause he's seein' the dreams [Sample Bridge: Robert Akins, 'Plan B'] My hands tied in tight knots, to two cinderblocks One pain, and one hurt They both dragged me down to the ground in one sweep I was drowning in my own sea of doubt I couldn't (breathe) [Verse 2] I could've never start dreamer without Hrabe And a perfect way to introduce you to the man that maybe show you Hip hop is alive inside of me, save the Preaching for somebody that needs it, never betray the Art for the cheddar or cheese, I'm trying to save these Things up to better my dreams, because they raised me up to Know that life's a bitch, nature's the mother, sleep the cousin Death is the father that nobody wants to fuck with Sucks that, three out of four? You're fuckin' stuck with Until you meet the father and you're done with I just hope the Woman my father is falling in love with, and All of her children are satisfied in this country Woman I call mother's across it without no money My brother got off at a stopover talking to somebody that If you knew him . . you would know is nobody Dad, I know you're losing it - and I ain't making show money Gotta get a job so, I ain't taking your money Never sell it, so I'll never get it - talking soul money All these niggas sellin talkin' more money so dummy No sleep, blowing the dro funny, you're so tummy Otherwise known as ate; niggas is so stomach Nose runny, sick of being someone that I so wasn't E.K.C.O - forever we so does it Take a look at my sleep schedule- No time to blow, cousin