Loc Saint I Made It
See I done made it / In my way / locally known in my area that's to the gra-ea-ve (grave) / They know my name can't refuse it / That'll be my fame if I choose it / I bled out blood / dripped in sweat and tears shed for my music
Already made it / In my way / and it don't really matter if I got fortune or the fa-e-ame (fame) / know I got talent can't dispute it / If you say I don't you being foolish / I bled out blood / drenched in sweat / and sheddin' tears for my musi-a-ic (music)
To get rite here / you gotta go where / back to the days when tapes was all there / was / bass wit 8-0-8 snair cuz / Pac and Big was all there / was / Stocked to rock with my hair buzzed / I-Got-Lots to talk about where I was / who I hung with / who I had fun with / Every single time i put in work every little bit a dirt / that I did / as a kid / I was offa my lid / had to drop / witta rythme gotta get it out quick / like a lyrical terrorist prepare for us cause when I get to writing im inciting home runs like im rolling with the mariners / Inheriters of language witta anguish that vanquish the people that snare at us / they scared of us / the loc float words getchya high like fairy dust and what occured was a blur like a wonderblust a verbs slurred like a little bit a thunder struck da herd got em runnin like a hunnid horses / but-its-only-me-drunk-on-the-curb writing hit tracks/ verses and chorus's / Some-of-my-fortay-is-known-to be-warpin-this-music-absorbin-this into my psyki / My-vocabulary-is viking-im taking da track over all to my liking / (Hey, Explain how you got here) Phyciatric sessions had me diagnosed witta criminal mind and I beleive it cause back then that was all that I did to fill my time / Thats why then I picked up a pad and a pen and I weilded rythme / Now then let my pen be a conduit for what I feel inside /
See I done made it / In my way / locally known in my area thats to the gra-ea-ve (grave) / They know my name can't refuse it / That'll be my fame if I choose it / I bled out blood / dripped in sweat and tears shed for my music /
Already made it / In my way / and it dont really matter if I got fortune or the fa-e-ame (fame) / know I got talent can't dispute it / If you say I dont you being foolish / I bled out blood / drenched in sweat / and sheddin tears for my musi-a-ic (music)
All the sacrifice and night writes when the pencil snapped in half from holding it tight and the passion that passed from the depths of my heart to the marks on the page engaged my whole life / (But to the industry it dont matter how good you get / 4 ways to get in debit, credit, cash or card or check) hahahaha there goes my dreams delete ya
It ain't rite don't need ya / industry people they get stuffed like a pita / takein the money up outta my pocket to feed ya / step on the bobble heads of the record labels and leave em imprinted wit a hint of my white tinted adidas / free'd us like a fetus / that just found out / never needed them to feed us wit a money interfetus when the tables turn round you realize that they need us / turn your radio off / It sucks / Im forsaking the laws / get ruck / and if you do not like me I really dont give a what / im a nutcase face to face embrace the waste deliver tracks bust da pace leatherface mixed guts with bates in disgust a when the industry sucks just as much as it does today / so I dont really want any part of it / take me out of it / ok doubted it / done with it / son of it / gonna get slain someday rite now im just makin fun of it / (WHAT) When it take ripped guts when it take new dance im laughing / this ain't rap its crap i imagine im in a dream or sedated cause with talent like that I know one hundred percent without a shadow of a doubt I made it
See I done made it / In my way / locally known in my area thats to the gra-ea-ve (grave) / They know my name can't refuse it / That'll be my fame if I choose it / I bled out blood / dripped in sweat and tears shed for my music /
Already made it / In my way / and it dont really matter if I got fortune or the fa-e-ame (fame) / know I got talent can't dispute it / If you say I dont you being foolish / I bled out blood / drenched in sweat / and sheddin tears for my musi-a-ic (music)
(I made it, underground bumps my hits , all of em say loc saint so underrated / weather im not famous / or i never get rich / one thing that'll be for certains that my music made it)
Locally I made it / underground bumps my hits / all of em say loc saint so underrated / weather im not famous / or i never get rich / one thing that'll be for certains that my music made it)