Lyrics Verse One: You could put your life on it, gimme a mic I’ll speak nice on it I’m leaving cats without a single human rights honored I’m decked out in light apparel Aligning weak minds in line to the narrow hole of a sniper’s barrel The humble pharaoh, the rich beggar The angelic virgin emergin’ out of the clouds in December Son it’s a dream world under ya covers Kills me seeing what people will do to each other Shit’s fucked, but yo it’s like that My pops never liked it when I rocked a mic stand But yo, he could never understand Cuz to me music isn’t just another lost summer jam I get the feelin’ man, that this ain’t home Sitting up late nights, Illmatic humming in my earphones It’s hip hop in the key of D-flat With my heart on the track, shit is guaranteed like that Hook: (2x) This is for those late nights Those inner hate fights This is for my dreams…fuck five I want my eight mics So when my shit drops I hope your think my shit rocks ‘Cause above all this shit is made for hip-hop Verse Two: I hope there’s room for my words in ya mental kilobytes Kast drops heavy like a thousand-pound gorilla might Kids say I sound white *fuck you* you wanna battle Kast? Talk ya shit and get hit, straight wit my battle ax You act wack like that once more Go take ya stupid fuckin’ questions right to Forrest Gump’s door I’m the feeling at the end of the day I’m the feeling of the three seconds after pulling the pin of grenades I’m the feeling of released convicts, check I’m the feeling of the couple entrenched in deep conflict Yo this song is my sonic letter to you, World It’s the unspoken language hurled right at the finest girl Gimme one minute, I’ll break one limit Gimme my life just once so I can live it Feel the rush of ya Civic on the night street track Ya body leaps back, kid it’s guaranteed like that Hook: (2x) This is for those late nights Those inner hate fights This is for my dreams…fuck five I want my eight mics So when my shit drops I hope your think my shit rocks ‘Cause above all this shit is made for hip-hop Verse 3: Stop a second, I’ve just lost alla my patience Look at him, he thinks he’s black, he’s really Asian Fuck you and everyone who talks behind my back Kast is wack he couldn’t rap if his uncle was black This is also for you, say it! Don’t be cowardly Tell it to my face *you’re a joke* you always doubted me I’m in a, state of confusion, you too, but I’ll admit it I don’t act black, bump thug rap, ‘cause I don’t live it So while you’re on the side, dissin’ while I’m writin’ You’re singing DMX, acting more thuggish than I am But I’m death defyin’, talk shit, I ain’t hear it You could diss my raps to my clothes, but not my spirit I started this off through a sniper scope But I’ma end this song on a positive note This is for those who gave me honest feedback You keep me going…it’s guaranteed like that Hook: (4x) This is for those late nights Those inner hate fights This is for my dreams…fuck five I want my eight mics So when my shit drops I hope your think my shit rocks ‘Cause above all this shit is made for hip-