The Process

The process
And all the little tiny things I accomplished
In my late thirties and I still haven't reached my prime yet
I'm only getting better and wiser
Nas still dropping his gems
Jay-Z 50 plus and he didn't retire
So many rhymes and I ain't a lier
I am on fire
Hood nigga, P-Town
Suburban survivor
Rocking out like the Eye of the tiger
New millennium God
Feel like D.C. Darkseid
Me, myself and I
Drew this shit from the archives
And I don't like comparisons
Hip-hop heritage
Music, Culture made by African-Americans
We are trendsetters
Been rapping for a couple of years
Wishing some of my peers would spit better
I'm addicted to being my best
No disrespect, but I don't live my life on the internet

Success comes in many forms
People want to patronize, bring you down
I got a middle finger for them
Four hundred millions ways just to make a song
Picture me trying to fit in where I don't belong
I'm only doing things I believe in
The way you go about it will never fit my demeanor
Let these songs last forever
I will never die
Give me a mic and a beat, don't need to televise
And I don't have kids
I ain't been married yet
Longest relationship I had is a pile of debt
Throughout all my twenties was broke, dumb
And mad depressed
Giving up and being a failure ain't in my dialect
If I had a time machine, wouldn't use it
Without a crystal ball I can see myself in the future
And it's beautiful
Let it shine
Illmatic, track four the world's mine