Reese Puffs Lyrics

Transit Reese Puffs

[Verse 1:]
Step on stage I light it up like a cigarette
They say "Transit why you ain't bigger yet? " I say "Son, cause my flow ain't Internet,
Soulja boy dancing on YouTube like an idiot"
I'm not big cause I'm not ridiculous
Local Promoters only want Wigger Kids
They wanna diss me because I'm a Christian kid
But they don't understand the passion that I'm spitting with!
Chuck D went and raised up an army
But Flava Flav's corny went and dated a Barbie
Flavour of love, yo they raising us up
To be slaves and it sucks!
The stage is the cuffs! The mic is the cell
Cause they're isn't the freedom
Record Label snakes in the Garden of Eden
Take a bite of the apple, take a bite of the apple
Hip-Hop died I went and cried in the chapel.

[Chorus:]
I may never blow up but I'm a realist, I make music for those who feel this
Give me a big bowl of Reese Puffs and a large triple double just to keep me up
I'm here to, I'm here to, I'm here to change the scene
I'm here to, I'm here to praise my king
I'm here to chase a dream

[Verse 2:]
It was an open casket to the front of the aisle
Saw a kid standing there, he gave me a smile
He said "Rap's not dead, that body's a decoy! The real body lies in the heart of a B-boy!
The flair of graffiti and the flow of graffiti
Not the Black Eyed Peas acting greedy on T.V."
So my name is Transit, call me the chosen one
To drop poetic verses, over-top these notes and drums
Rappers over here act hard like they be holding guns
The hardest thing in Calgary: texting with frozen thumbs
That's why I'm more Bright Eyes and Death Cab then drive-by's and meth labs
I don't own a doo-rag and I don't know the Crip Walk
I am who I am, and that's why I'm Hip-Hop
I am who I am, and that's why I'm Hip-Hop
(CrossWalk Scratch) Dj CrossWalk! (CrossWalk Scratch) Dj CrossWalk!

[Chorus:]
I may never blow up but I'm a realist, I make music for those who feel this
Give me a big bowl of Reese Puffs and a large triple double just to keep me up
I'm here to, I'm here to, I'm here to change the scene
I'm here to, I'm here to praise my king
I'm here to chase a dream

[Verse 3:]
A pessimist and an optimist at a bus stop
One's saying "Love is" One's saying "Love's Not"
It's raining, one's complaining, cause his hands are cold
They other's saying it's nice that the plants can grow
And I don't know which one to listen to
I've seen highs and lows and all of the different views
And I'm confused, don't know which way to turn
It seems failing is the only way I learn
39 Cent noodles are getting brutal, and I just wanna see my name up on Google
It's one thing to be underground, It's a whole nother thing when you can't feed yourself
When you can't buy clothes, no one buys your flows
Cause all they wanna hear is that "Cash, Money, Hoes"
But still the hook goes, still the hook goes, still the hook goes, still the hook goes...

[Chorus:]
I may never blow up but I'm a realist, I make music for those who feel this
Give me a big bowl of Reese Puffs and a large triple double just to keep me up
I'm here to, I'm here to, I'm here to change the scene
I'm here to, I'm here to praise my king
I'm here to chase a dream