The One In Front Of The Garage Lyrics - Itunes Session Ep - Shad

This is for looking back, to understand where I came 

View take a snapshot let me stand in the frame 

Growing up, I was nothing but a fan of the game 

With a spark, a friend said let it fan into flames 

Stoked I spoke from the heart I figured, "Listen this is art 

If I'm lame I'll advance with a cane 

If I'm trippin' I'll stop 

If I'm not invited into the club then I'll dance in the rain!" 

With my brain playin' PYT 

but since that Pamela line, I'm not on VIP, shame 

Some entertainment got me feelin' cold chills 

I could point to some cases like Deal or no Deal 

crazy like Tracy, Jordan on NBC 

That they will show The Hills, but not Lauren performing on MTV 

Switch converters, hands wave to my mp3, go fly 

They say you need a vid to get big 

No lie, 

But that video game's not for kids 

I did both sides of the math but it's more like trig 

Can't figure who'll cosine, Dig? 

Cause no loan equals Lo-fi scenes 

Means lowlife me has barely sees a cut like low-rise jeans 

I mean by my means, I can't afford this 

Look I ain't the Mike Jordan of recordings 

But even Michael got a grant like Horace 

And I Know what the board says: "We'll show you love when you show us a chorus," 

But man I can't force it! 

Yo, they say "I heard you gave up rap music to be a grad student," 

Dog, I'm a grad student, I ain't that stupid 

In Vancouver where the sand's smoother than Cancun 

And the water is safe so you can scuba 

Cause it's fresh; No canned tuna on the West Coast 

Bumpin' Grand Poobah in the Land Cruiser let's go 

Get the special van buddah cess no 

Only guy on the whole coast with no supply 

Where they smoke the lye 'till their bones are dry 

Ought to rename the Rockies the Stonies, Why? 

Cause west of the range folks is always high! 

At least that's the stereotype 

But I could say the same thing for what Ontario is like 

Now hold up... they're like 

"How long are you gonna talk this nonsense? 

It's liked you blacked out man, I thought you was conscious!" 

Some kind of Com sense, some kind of Black Thought 

One of God's men in chilla, Amen 

Look, I ain't the Christ 

But if you want to know what my faith is like, it's like 

Too much, I can't convey it when I write, so God said 

"Son, try and say it with your life 

Convey it living right in the way that you love people 

And shun evil, become peaceful 

And be slow to speak because the tongue's more lethal than the gun 

When it's all said and done." 

It's not who won; we're one so even if one is lost than our sum is none 

Yo, I ain't mean to get deep all of a sudden, hold up: 

I can talk on all the superstar stuntin', cats frontin' to the point, they can hardly even go to the wash room without a costume 

Who told you it was cool to make pop tunes and brag about gunshot wounds? 

They need to stop soon cause yo 

I'm spazzing out like Kanye or like my little brother, and I ain't talking about Fonte 

My songs, they regularly do the Sean Peyton, smooth as Andre, lay nude as Ron J 

I just mean that I'm raw don't take it the wrong way 

Double entendre if You want to play 

Bring strong game, Bring over Lebron James 

Been a long Way locked in my enclave writin' 

Till the paper filled more than the Paper mill made 

No paper, they had to make skrill out of old, stale, paper maché! 

They told me "Shad K, don't treat paper that way, cause yo 

We can't breathe if you kill them trees." 

That's a roundabout way that I kill MC's 

Dog, I'm twisted, the business of this linguist is mischief 

I've got y'all hanging on these bars, like a gymnast 

More bars than a Guinness pint 

I like that second "bar" metaphor more, I ain't the fitness type 

Now who's the sickest? Tell me who could spit this hype, this type 

This black and still rap this bright 

Not bright like the color like, bright write what I write 

It's colorless, it's just right... 

Like, I want brothers in gangs giving up they colors like... 

Like, I want dudes in suits in coupes in tune 

So they can use the cash to bring life 

I want women in gyms, thinking slim isn't in- 

Wait, let me begin that again... 

I want women to begin to see in and not thinking as much of what men think of them 

Or giving into the trends, big or slim, feminine limbs, cause the real gym is within 

I don't know, I just want women, man 

No, I'm just chillin' with my women friends dear, this is sincere, gentleman, sentiment here! 

And if I ain't the greatest on the day I die, my last words will be laughter 

Like "Why ya'll lie?" 

I'm just a nerd writing raps on my laptop, quit, close it, make it go flat like bad pop 

I learned how to rap hot on the blacktop, Black Thought was my mascot 

And, I'm not abusive but I do make a few hits... on charts, leave a mark, like bruises 

Without the new whips, just a cut of real music 

This is for my Whoo Kid, D.J.s Who dig, pullin' out wax like Q-Tips 

Finding loops, that's sick as Mr. Q-tips 

The new Biz Mark this kid's stupid, but spit sharp like toothpicks on an all inclusive cruise ship, as my crew sips 

On a cocktail, like that Cruise flick, like Clockwork, nah the other Kubrick: 

Eyes Wide Shut, bye bye bucks, I'm all in on the game let me try my luck 

Now I'm living off shook dice, dreams of the good life hanging by a foot, like dudes working for Suge Knight 

Books heavy like kush every night, these dreams, I'm trying to give life, I'm trying to give life 

I'm trying to give life, with no midwife to help through the rigor, so I just gotta push myself to deliver 

I'm On my own, on my pseudo-grown, livin', all alone livin', on a loan 

But given I gotta home, I wonder what I should give to the homeless, to love all men, like the stone says 

I'm trippin' out, forgive me, I live with doubts, and the voice that tells me that I should take a different route 

All the rings and things you sing about, 

give them out 

It's hard to yell with hellfire in your mouth 

And I'm out... 

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