"Locked Tight" lyrics
Sound of what me apart missing the 93
For searching shall it was what was music quality
Reason good for last time my eyes hop hit selected
It turned my life around got me going the right direction
A time that defined my true inner self
And I list look into weeks worth my views about the had to choose
The fact as people thought this was really just a phase
Don't put your faith in that crap that shit will fade away
But who were they? Was it him? Was it us? Was it them?
I'm telling myself I should've been cutting class just so I could break dance
I never had the hip hop lesson in my whole life
But now I'm down with the rhythm and I'm one with the mic
Oh Lord, gimme that mic
Way back in the day found a way to grab hold and keep it locked down tight
Oh Lord, I don't need a spotlight
Just gimme a beat and the cypher's for freestyle and just to pass
That time
People be tripping on my drama thinking we lack the talent
Because MC stealing beats right out from all the street
What the public no see as originality
And the people steal the beats are still far and few between
Between you and me I worked hard to make it this far
Freestyling on the mic's like freestyling on the guitar
You gotta have the skills to generate success
My craft is controlling the mic, a daily test
My peers are top level, I was going nowhere
Where you want to be in two or three years from here?
Somewhere between here and there I thought it became
My whole life to this lifestyle, life seems pain
Oh Lord, gimme that mic
Way back in the day found a way to grab hold and keep it locked down tight
Oh Lord, I don't need a spotlight
Just gimme a beat and the cypher's for freestyle and just to pass that time
As long as I can speak I'll always bring my instrument with me
With me, my instrumental's lined up like kerosene
It's a crowd that the power rap scene seem to be slackin'
Enjoy my time, my mind, that people call whack
I lost my faith in rap, but now I got my faith back
Once soul searching and looking for the culture attack
Steel city where I dwell when the sun goes down
Hip hop be living strong echoes from the underground
No need for controversy, no need for yes men
Don't got a lot of homeboys, but I got a lot of friends
You say I shouldn't rock the mic cause I'm white like people's lives
Attitudes I adjust, rearrange the spice
Open your eyes, truly universal this art
I never said I'm from the hood, I'm coming straight from the heart
Oh Lord, gimme that mic
Way back in the day found a way to grab hold and keep it locked down tight
Oh Lord, I don't need a spotlight
Just gimme a beat and the cypher's for freestyle and just to pass that time
For searching shall it was what was music quality
Reason good for last time my eyes hop hit selected
It turned my life around got me going the right direction
A time that defined my true inner self
And I list look into weeks worth my views about the had to choose
The fact as people thought this was really just a phase
Don't put your faith in that crap that shit will fade away
But who were they? Was it him? Was it us? Was it them?
I'm telling myself I should've been cutting class just so I could break dance
I never had the hip hop lesson in my whole life
But now I'm down with the rhythm and I'm one with the mic
Oh Lord, gimme that mic
Way back in the day found a way to grab hold and keep it locked down tight
Oh Lord, I don't need a spotlight
Just gimme a beat and the cypher's for freestyle and just to pass
That time
People be tripping on my drama thinking we lack the talent
Because MC stealing beats right out from all the street
What the public no see as originality
And the people steal the beats are still far and few between
Between you and me I worked hard to make it this far
Freestyling on the mic's like freestyling on the guitar
You gotta have the skills to generate success
My craft is controlling the mic, a daily test
My peers are top level, I was going nowhere
Where you want to be in two or three years from here?
Somewhere between here and there I thought it became
My whole life to this lifestyle, life seems pain
Oh Lord, gimme that mic
Way back in the day found a way to grab hold and keep it locked down tight
Oh Lord, I don't need a spotlight
Just gimme a beat and the cypher's for freestyle and just to pass that time
As long as I can speak I'll always bring my instrument with me
With me, my instrumental's lined up like kerosene
It's a crowd that the power rap scene seem to be slackin'
Enjoy my time, my mind, that people call whack
I lost my faith in rap, but now I got my faith back
Once soul searching and looking for the culture attack
Steel city where I dwell when the sun goes down
Hip hop be living strong echoes from the underground
No need for controversy, no need for yes men
Don't got a lot of homeboys, but I got a lot of friends
You say I shouldn't rock the mic cause I'm white like people's lives
Attitudes I adjust, rearrange the spice
Open your eyes, truly universal this art
I never said I'm from the hood, I'm coming straight from the heart
Oh Lord, gimme that mic
Way back in the day found a way to grab hold and keep it locked down tight
Oh Lord, I don't need a spotlight
Just gimme a beat and the cypher's for freestyle and just to pass that time
