I swear I ain't even started,
Still regarded as an artist,
Who's a veteran in this section,
And it's section in this market,
Slept on but it's bless,
I use it best to my advantage.
Crept on to the throne,
They didn't suspect me as a target,
Respected by the greatest,
History in the making,
See me in the studio and you'll witness it being created.
Pupils dilated, dialled into the Matrix.
Elijah on the mic., reciting fire from the pages.
Flying across the globe, I'd rather be beside my babies
Music is my escape cause the pavement is kind of crazy.
My patience is kind of flaky,
My temper is tiny lately,
But I won't swim in the mainstream,
Don't like where it's trying to take me.
The industry irritates me,
They manufacture the fake,
Instead of pushing the real,
Cause the real won't get them paid.
See you're getting more views,
But I'm getting paid shows,
But UK radio never played me,
So no I'm not complaining,
I'm grateful but not complacent,
If labels are saying grace,
Tell them to save me some extra places.
I'm on my way to their table,
Today to put extra weight on
The pace of my movement's dangerous,
It pains me to put the brakes on,
Enemies want to play me,
OK, tell them it's game on,
It's guaranteed I'm damaging any beat with my name on,
Any feature they pay me,
To shower I let it rain on,
And they ain't in my league,
Cause they ain't made from what I'm made from.
Every time they think they've killed me,
I come back again,
This is God's plan,
You can never stop it from happening.
Had a few snakes,
Turned my back they stuck their daggers in,
Scavenging savages, happy to see the back of them,
Certain mans leave the camp,
But crawl back again,
Asking for forgiveness,
It's pitiful and embarrassing,
Look you made your choice,
You were happy then,
That was your decision,
Be a man and back it then.
I'm on to bigger things,
I'm sick of being sick of things.
Figured it's as simple as dedication and discipline.
I swear of my supporters,
I love you, I'm never giving in,
Trust me, it's been a mission,
Emotional but we're winning it.
Most of all, I've been giving my soul,
Can't hold it, it's written in blood,
Blood all over the page,
And I'm holding the page it's written in.
Move all over the stage, and they say my stage shows are riveting,
Cause this is how it is when you stop dreaming and start living it.
And it ain't about your pains,
It's how you deal with them,
I'm downing painkillers,
And listening to Karl Pilkington.
The pills are just for toothache,
It's nothing man, I deal with them,
Right now I'm trying to call Richard Russell,
To get a deal with him.
Man I'm done with "almost made it",
Streets are filled with them,
Tell them I gotta knock them down,
If I can't build with them.
And tell my competition that I feel for them,
They're in front of my goals,
And God knows I'm willing to kill for them.