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[Sample from Pursuit Of Happyness]: Verse Dear Stimuli Good morning I don’t know if you hear your life calling Last night you was sleep at eleven Now it’s eight twenty seven your ass is still snoring Folks ask for songs and you stalling Last rhymes you wrote were real boring You be talking bout God, doing joints for the broads What happened Sherod you’re not touring? Huh Are you giving it up? In 06 you would live in the club In 07 you was spitting it tough In 08 dropping shit every month In 09 you was getting a buzz But right now you chilling What? You in pain ‘Cause Kampane died And it’s heavy on your brain? Mad ‘cause you put in so much time in the game And you still do shows and they don’t know your name? You upset? You depressed? What you think, your career’s been a test? What you thought, it was ‘sposed to be easy That people should see that your flow is the best ‘Cause you speak on life Talk about death, bleed on beats and it’s not for a check Bars you release they be hard to receive Like the Garden of Eden when God blew breath Do you know why you’re here? Can you even understand His plan? You think it’s all about flows, songs, hoes, broads Trying to get fans There’s folks out here that can’t even stand That sleep on the street, living on land Everybody talking ‘bout marketing brands What about the heart of a man? Damn They compare you to Sky Compare you to Sai Hip-hop awards never there, tell me why Maybe you’re done and preparing to die Man up is that a tear in your eye Look All that you want Is right in your reach You’re writing is deep They like when you sleep Rest, sound real weak Yea they smile at the sight of defeat But they get tight when you start throwing heat And you dead competition Putting life on a beat Yea some say that you nice in the streets But I don’t really see too many nice people eat dog Fight like it’s beef When they bite pull they teeth Do everything you didn’t do on My Soul To Keep then, then They’ll fall like the season You do songs for a reason You don’t just beast, well you beast but You mix in teachings They critique it but who’s gonna reach ‘em if not you Cats call you out, said you couldn’t hang with Slaughtahouse They don’t see what it’s all about You don’t wanna be in Slaughtahouse You want a family, you want a house You want kids, cars and a gorgeous spouse Get mad if you wanna shout so they hear you Just turn up now and don’t let ‘em ever turn you down They gon tell you that you can’t, won’t, try to convince you That you’re wack, broke, get in your mental But you can’t fold Never back down Volume on ten I ain't turning back down Last year waterboy Quarterback now I’m starting at the point guard You get the point God