N.E.O. Time

Verse (Jay Complex) This the nose that I breathe through The same one that I french inhale the trees through You would never play the part of mr. me too Not because you can’t, its cause you don’t wanna be me dude Trust me, when everything I say is honest My truth to cool to lie, so every verse is a promise Putting that on my heart, which means I’m weighing down my sleeve The stitching ain’t strong enough, so now the material breathe Breathe in, breathe out, every day is show time 22 scenes, still it ain’t money to blow time We hoping that the very next take, might give us our big break And better now than late, right You feeling me, I can see you be feeling me There’s only a few of you, but the few can see the real in me It’s real to me, all this love is real to me I don’t suggest you do it too...it’s torture just being me To be the chubby kid in class back in sixth grade Rockin a part in my aubrey graham skin fade (1:26) A razor bump or 2 enough for me to feel lame Man I hope the cutest girl in class know my real name Never fitting in, was forced in my own lane With diction that sound like I lost my tickets to the soul train So I ain’t black huh? Probably never rap huh? Who was I to say no, thought I sounded like a cracker It was so bad, went to the wrong hood And my homie told me, please try to sound a little blacker Then high school came, and I started to catch on Sag my pants a little, convincing em I was slept on Tryna meet em in the middle but frankly.. It never pans out, but despite the doubt, somehow I kept on Tiny voice in my head telling me keep going Round the same time pops was cheating, I was beast-moding (2:06) But not in music yet, I was still tryna find me An old soul trapped in adolescent timing First kiss and first girlfriend at fifteen Ain’t the same chick, couldn’t tell me I wasn’t pimping Looking to the future, never saw myself sip lean Yet here I am wit a glass of that purple pink thing I figured women out before graduation though At least to the extent that man could ever know Pops moves out, but I didn’t feel shit Mum tryna convince me of emotions I should deal with Life lesson 1, make her laugh and she’ll love you for it Lesson 2, treat her bad, and she’ll love you for it But lesson 3, if you shower her in love Then you might as well consider that relationship aborted Fooling myself attending college for a couple years But Canada was good to me, nostalgia brought a couple tears Grocery money spent on microphones and headsets Stealing my roommate’s food, hope I don’t get catch Can you feel it, can you feel it, do ya like? Does my pain, entertain? Relating even if it’s slight If you waiting for the hook, please remember this is life And the entire thing a freestyle, so you don’t rap it twice Nahh...you only get on shot So it’s yolo motherfuckers! Going straight to the top!