Decades In

Ninety-eight kid, learned the grind myself
RadioShack mic, no label help
Utica cold built my name in the grind
Local shops moving one disc at a time

Late-night labs, flyers in the snow
Mall cops trippin', but I still would go
Built this name, no fake, all real
Twenty years later, still sharp as steel

One nerd kid with a dream, no clout
Respect got built by word of mouth
Catholic school days, never fit that mold
Underground roots, can't be bought nor sold

Earned every stripe, took the harder route
Stayed independent, while the trends died out
Still got hunger, that'll never fade
Decades in, and the pen still slayed

Decades in, still sharp with the pen
Paid all dues, now I'm back again
MS slow me? Nah, I still spit flame
Twenty years deep, still kill this game

MS hit, tried to slow me down
Legs got weak, but the mind stayed sound
Wheelchair rollin', still I write these rhymes
Sharp as ever, just refined with time

Same old hunger, never left my chest
Two decades deep, still better than the rest
Trends come and go, but I kept that flame
Stayed true to the craft, never chased the fame

Still drop heat, no ghost, all mine
Built on skill, not a paid cosign
Streams worldwide, from them burned CDs
Earned my place, no luck, just these

MS life, but I'm still on pace
Every bar etched, like a scar on my face
Never tapped out, stayed real, no shame
Decades in, still kill this game

Decades in, still sharp with the pen
Paid all dues, now I'm back again
MS slow me? Nah, I still spit flame
Twenty years deep, still kill this game

Decades in, still sharp with the pen
Paid all dues, now I'm back again
MS slow me? Nah, I still spit flame
Twenty years deep, still kill this game

Decades in, still sharp with the pen
Paid all dues, now I'm back again
MS slow me? Nah, I still spit flame
Twenty years deep, still kill this game

Decades in, still sharp with the pen
Paid all dues, now I'm back again
MS slow me? Nah, I still spit flame
Twenty years deep, still kill this game