I take 2 steps forward, 5 steps back
Lately Ive been lazy like the way mace rap
Im lazy like the way johhny cash used to sing
Maybe lately thats the reason cash aint be coming in
No excuse Im learning how to lose cause
Thats the only way to fine tune and make improvements
Critics keep on chippin in they 2 cents
But they got the record for free, shoot
Nowadays musics like sewage, nasty and polluted
Over saturated, I dont want nothing to do with it
Somebody asked the question who my influence is
I go back to the 90s and tell em brand nubian
Gave radio a shot I got but got fooled again
All it is is a bunch of hooting hollering hooligans
Crying like babies, acting like they 2 again
Pardon my rudeness but you, ruin my moon
I dont just do this for food, theres more to it than the music
So I gotta be intuitive to use this
Gift, its like fluid when it oozes
But writers block a gridlock like I leave the clueless
My ambition to use and not abuse
It me when I groove, its like mechanics without they toolkits
I take 2 steps forward, 5 steps back
Lately Ive been lazy like the way mace rap
Im lazy like the way johhny cash used to sing
Maybe lately thats the reason cash aint be coming in
Industry try to play me, left me with some bruises
Must have thought I was stupider than the 3 stooges
They tried to hang me and slipped out of they looses
So I pulled the chris brown and throwing up my deuces
But that light weight bullet proof truth in the booth
Cooped up for months tryina spit fire they can ride to
Pull up to that drive thru, tell em this dat new dude
True, can I really get more clear?
Make it boom so loud shake your rearview mirror
Unless you got car speakers like the ones I owned
Had to penn it to left cause the right one was blown
You ridin on chrome? I was ridin on plastic
Two of em were cracked cause I hit a curb distracted
Yea, but it ain't no big deal
I may not have a nice whip but I still have whip appeal
I take 2 steps forward, 5 steps back
Lately Ive been lazy like the way mace rap
Im lazy like the way johhny cash used to sing
Maybe lately thats the reason cash aint be coming in
Steps forward, 5 steps back, steps forward, 5 steps back
Steps forward, 5 steps back, 5 steps back, 5 steps back,
Alright alright I write raps for a livin, perhaps I've been given
A gift that is envied by mathematicians
But are we that different? We both work in labs
While they dissect formulas I dissect rhythms
But I don't get paid much and that'll keep you humble son
Radio won't play me much, that's causin me troublesome
People wanna nay say, play me like a dummy dumb
Tried to shut me down so I Dikembe Mutumbo'd 'em
Backhand it right back at 'em like Wimbledon
That's for trying to tell me what I shouldn't have or should have done
Anyway my time it will come I can smell it from a mile away like cinnabon.