Living Slightly Larger

[Verse 1: P.O.S.]: When living struck at a time is givens coming out with miscreants Misplaced reps and missed caused some deviants Picture me strolling, diggin' it's that misfit With a bulky looking rhyme skill from Hennepin to Celby Still I'm bigger than matches, 'bout time I burned back That's dope for the first time I kick so sign raps is black when I'm done the sack Look, I got a lot of slim incisions But not a cut deep enough to stop me, watch me, clock These people are not droppin' thoughts like they supposed to be Like they forgot, now they caught, droppin' soap, you see Fills the tanks of they SUV's they wonder why terrorism is a joke to me It's all of, my blood's hot the scourge of the spot I serve thoughts they serve cops by servin' up rocks And why not? Welcome to that new pollution Where you part of the problem, where you part of the It's the product of society, piece of shit cause you lie to me Promise of stress? Yes. I kinda feel like somethin' died in me I smile, see? Cause I'm the face of fright This type of revolutionary knows what mace tastes like [Hook:] From the gutter (Where you at?) To the dirt (Where you at?) If we get it, guarantee to give it back (Where you at?) On the map (Where you at?) Around the world (Where you at?) From the subs to the ghetto don't look back (Where you at?) I got the skills to pay the bills and that's about it It don't take mills to eat meals, my dollar doubts it (Where you at?) In a shack with a roach and a match They say it ain't where you from, well fucker that's where I'm at Living (living) Slightly (slightly) Larger (larger) Make sense and take dollars Living (living) Slightly (slightly) Larger (larger) Here today, tomorrow you's a goner [Verse 2: Mike Mictlan]: Make your mind or make it up Make sense, take dollars, or just make enough To get by, with a little help from your friends Bump heads but make ends meet to stack ends Produce units, and become better than students The didge-dige-the doom unit, you better get used to it Living, slightly, voted most likely To bite me, the bigger the teeth the harder I'm striking It's that feeling, no sense in feeling the sight Face flush, blood rush, fiender for life Just one more hit, I ain't never gonna quit Depending on being independent You ain't up on this? They be like: Hey homie. Yo, what's the latest? I be like: This game is for the geniuses, play time is just for players Run of the mill, gunnin' the deal Instead of rims, put sundials on your wheels and run for the hills [Hook]