Therapy Session IV: This Is Now

You think it's the first time they dissing me
Works fine for pissing me off though
I'm sick and a lost soul
I'm quick on the draw though
My heart on my sleeve, if you picking my flaws
You'll never find them like me
Meaning my self-criticism is more harsh than yours
Been dealing with way more obstacles
They tried booing me off stage in Paris
This all happening back when
Touring and warming up for Gangstarr I had
A 30-minute set, and 28 left
Middle-fingers in the front row
What, should I give up though?
Shit, they kept booing, I kept flowing like stupid
I kept refusing to give in to the thought that I'm losing
Last song had 'em all with thеir hands in the air
Later that night we hit thе city with Premier
That's right boy
In 2002, had to be better than everyone if you
Rapping as a white boy
Been spitted on, shitted on, didn't cause me
To thinking oh "shit... maybe I should quit it all...?
Or do something just to to fit the mold
Don't get it wrong, this ain't no soft sentimental self-pity song
I don't miss no damned Boom-bap days
Give a fuck about who you consider the true rap phase
I might wake up tomorrow feeling like some New Jack Swing
Unless I'm busy being crowned the "New Trap King"
"Move back"'s the name
Of the track I did with Proof back when
Five, nine telling 'em "dude can't drink"
You heard right, that was Royce
I'm dropping names, fuck you think?
In my zone, I feel great
On my own, understand?
Leave my past
Where it is, this is now
That was then, it goes down
When I say
Give a fuck, 'bout that whole
Mass appeal, cuz I know
That ain't real, is for my gang
For my cult, for my Tribe (24)
And that's you and I