Letra de True To The Game

At age 13 turned fiend, dreamed nights M.C'ing
Reciting rapper's delight enticed by limelight
Ambitious visions of vinyl 12 inches
Since Yellowman was king Albino

Critiqued my form of speak on breakbeats
Cut on 2 Technics in a basement on 210th street
House jams, parks, block parties, halls and armories
Foremost behind the ropes, you only spoke if you was doped

Then formed crews, some rappers now retired
My desire required more than a quiet name on flyer's
Inspired, remain for delft, vowin' to see the day my records on the shelf
Sold out at HMV and Tower, just how I dreamed

Recall hearin' mom scream "Wake up"
"Stay in school, take up classes, keep your grades up"
But straight up, since my mind's been made up to do this
KCB son, ain't new to this, I'm true to this