Still Here (Intro)

[Intro] Hip Hop ain't dead, I'm forever... [Verse 1] Bottom Line is here to stay But I'm Kickin' Knowledge here today Hey, I ain't going to fall because of the dollars The confusion is getting smaller, I'm growing a bit taller I'm still the man who said I'm a scholar I'm still kicking that raps that are squalor Try me and watch the crown Dedicated To the Real Hip Hoppers, fuck those punk clowns I still walk the blocks with the flyers that I rock Same blank tees, G, denim, I get in em I still say dude's whats up, yup And if I'm drinking champagne I'll be drinking in a Dixie's Cup Still the philosophical grime rhymes Nasty and grotesque, I got the slime Prime-Time, like HBO But you won't find me on the Radio [Verse 2] No I don't come and go bro I'm here to stay for the late-nite show No doubt longevity for my career To stay sear, and smear peers I don't need your fucking gratitude Pardon the language, but you can forget the attitude I kick the thick raps, never pip pap, or yip yap If your tired, go and take a nap I don't spit just any shit, so don't give me any crap And when it comes to trolls don't pay attention Otherwise there will be a tension, get it? No I'm not your typical rapper that raps like he's a criminal I'm not Orange Juice, I'm not drinkable Visualize what I'm talking about, no doubt I'm not a fashion that goes out How can you think that? It's Cal Ryan raps that smack [Verse 3] Third day straight of stalking a girl on facebook I ain't shook, just an internet crook Still can't hook up with her She'd be my cigarettes and liquor, you concur? By the way, Junior kept bitching about her boyfriend I'm single looking to freak, just single and open I can still barely pass math I usually think about the past few weeks I still blush whenever a girl looks at my cheeks You know I rarely speak to one Life's a shooting range, I got a jammed gun I'm still beefing with bitch-made motherfuckers in the grades It's worse than an cocksucker with AIDS Through the day, I'm still making rhymes I still look for the clock for the time Everyday I'm thinking of Tiffany and how lonely she is But in truth it's none of my busyness [Verse 4] I'll be continuing the messages and philosophy Knowledge just might be my monogamy Time is measured on a clock Bags or expensive alcohol on the rocks? But life knows no time Only the beginning, end, and prime I'm just kicking the philosophical rhyme Life brings many things, the birds chirp and sing The sun goes up and down The kids play, laugh, cry, and frown