Lyrics STONE THROWER - T Clipse

Uh
God bless the empath
Building up my future I ain't worried bout a friends past (Forreal)
Trynna be the 1 and I'm running like I'm dead last
Trynna be the one like the ranger with the red mask
I be in the Den, in my zen with my pen pad
Plottin' on a bag, water in the tin flask
Gotta make it last claim they solid but they been cracked
Say they rock hard under pressure but they thin glass
So address me as the stone thrower
Got the hot hand I ain't worried 'bout a cold shoulder (Never)
Elevated like a pole vaulter
From the city wit dark nights but I'm no Joker (Nah)
And God bless the businessman
Working 9 to 5, 5 to 9 for the business plan
I respect yo hustle so accept I got a different plan
Remember skipping states blowing strong in the minivan

Really did that too
I was like
MA to NY to NM to CO to
Overseas too like

Came from caves laced with cappers and criminals
Made it to the jungle my power being original
Niggas never ask me Sani why it's always jokes?
Only time you serious writin' rapture in these notes
Or spittin' scripture to these niggas who been too prideful to hear me
They know I speak the truth I advise you do not get near me
Not a nigga you can fuck with, a stones throw from yo home
I promise I am not the one you stone cold like Frozone
Territory wars, been trynna win the battle y'all just trynna up the score
It's crazy what a man'll do for a bitch or a whore
The sun gon' save the Earth but it's been rotten to the core
Thats for sure, uh
Ain't a thing that the sunlight couldn't cure
Grew some confidence then grew some more
At this point the sky is where I soar
And nothing really scare me anymore
Any inconvenience is a fuckin' chore yeah