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Passion speaks louder than action,
Mine grabbed hold and said “stop relaxing, time to do this here!”
Show ‘em you can do it, leave ‘em dripping in tears,
J.Smo going to make all the rappers find new careers,
One mic, one life, one dream, one cause,
I’m determined to make it, no matter the odds,
Ya’ll said I’d never do it, now it’s me you can’t dodge,
BUNKS In Ya Trunk rocking out your garage,
We keep it raw, gritty, underground, simplicity style,
We flow with forces greater than the current of the Nile,
Now I got the last laugh, hearing voices from my past,
While ya’ll were busy talking, I perfected my craft.
They said we couldn’t do it, so what we going to do?
Call up Gro, hit the yo, bang out a beat or two (yea),
Take these fools to school, going to show them why we rule,
The BUNKS’ll blow your trunk to bits to show you how we do.
They said I couldn’t do it, they said I couldn’t rhyme,
All the haters tried to tell me I was wasting my time,
Waste not, want not, you know I’m sick with these lines,
I hope they got theirs cause I’m still getting mine,
I take a day at a time, stacking rhyme after rhyme,
Making something out of nothing cause we stay on the grind,
The BUNKS inspire my design to blow your mind,
Flow kicking like a shotgun line after line,
Stay true to my crew cause they lift me up,
If life is champagne bubbles then I’m filling my cup,
All these thoughts in my head, I’m about to erupt,
I’ll break the bank on the haters while I grab my nuts, what?!
My passion for this action divides you like a fraction,
So why be asking? cold froze like Baskin,
Looking for reaction based on satisfaction,
Hater enhancement I’m outlasting,
Words more powerful than boulders that get blasted,
Vocabulary potion, mixed and custom casted,
Only one question for those who thought laughing,
And said this couldn’t happen,
What you think I do this for?
Fame with a bankroll?
I’ma hit for my love,
And the people, who kept it real under steeples,
Create with a pencil, imagination simple,
Bad vibes will catch you,
Karma will correct you.