Текст песни When I Grow Up - Will Tell

When I Grow Up

If I could be anything I want, I’d be like me\nLike me? Like me. Like me!\n(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)\nI want to be fresh like Gazelles in the '83 flick\n2 plus 6 when I getting new scuffed up kicks\nIll with a blank page and markers, pen, and loose leaf\nOn a train by myself, Louis Vuitton and Gucci\nKRS-One, P.E., Rakim\nKane and Biz, Kool G Rap—you know what time it is\nArtists who inspire me knowing I fire-breathe\nIn a mirror like, «Yeah, you got it, B»\nJust be yourself, learn your energy—my mind’s great\nGet your lines straight like assembly, divine states\nIf you rewind my tapes when I’m on ‘em\nWait ‘til I get older and my flow grow stronger\nIt’s gonna be a great time alone with my performance\nExtra enormous, style lead with ghetto endurance\nI’mma blow up. Wait ‘til I grow up\nAnd kick a rhyme on TV when you watching and you see my face show up\nand (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2)\nIf I could be anything I want, I’d be like me\nLike me? Like me. Like me!\n(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)\nA lot of cats is nice. I’ll still be ill in my afterlife\nI practice in lunchrooms to master mics and my appetite\nHallway vocals had me rapping right (Right, right)\nSpitting left out the cyphers of death—I was clacking light\nLike special effects, I ain’t got a job\nI make music work best and I’ve seen hip hop music progress\nInterpose, switch path of plot\nIt’s sad but true I’m serious, so I laugh a lot\nI make songs, don’t pay for studios\nEvery time I perform, I’m trying for the lead movie role\nWhen I see other artists, I respect them like I know they mother\nEven if I don’t know they mother\nI’ll clap you, write a rhyme on the chalk outline\nI’m like, «Damn, I know I killed the verse this time»\nNow my music’s a climb. And what comes to mind?\nI could get paid for this, get away with it every time\nand (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2)\nIf I could be anything I want, I’d be like me\nLike me? Like me. Like me!\n(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)\nI got that Fire Marshall Bill skill—I'm flaming them\nSpeaking off the top could knock out your exoskeleton\nHitting hard like Mike in the prime of his career\nBehind the lines, I could score thirty from here\nYou want me to spit about alcohol, sex, and jewelry\nVehicles, sell my shit for a nickel and fool me\nI move my own product, make my own music too\nGetting paid for my CD—business as unusual\nIced out like you forgot the keys to igloos\nShovel raps come hit you in the back with heavy metal and dig you\nWe got roofs like Philly got cheesesteak\nBut now I’m professional—I keep my written rhymes in a briefcase\nMy old English eight hundred years old with a scroll\nFrom Brooklyn Academy when I first enrolled\nTo make you bounce like a determined toad\nFrom spot to spot. Anxious to locate my Stronghold\nWhen we rock shows, we kill it and let the crowd live\nSo the story is told and material sold\nI get to eat and I get to be me\nThe rhymes will sell, time will tell of my longevity\nand (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2)\nIf I could be anything I want, I’d be like me\nLike me? Like me. Like me!\n(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)\nLike me. C-Rayz Walz, SH5, Brooklyn Academy. Will Tell, Where Theirs a Will\nTheirs a Way, «Welcome to P World,» kiddies. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!\nStronghold, The Sun Cycle MC. And one day, y’all might be nice (Like me)