Hey
Never claimed to be Jay - Z
Atmosphere’s Crazy
Hey hey hey
There’s Mobsters all inside this basement
Scenes of Scoresese
Hey hey hey
I’ve been whisked out of
(My Small Town)
A fish out of
(Yeah I’m Out Now)
Fish outta water
We are not in Kansas no more

I don’t know the rules to this here rap (no)
I’m more Bambaataa than Damian Dash (no)
What dudes do - In the name of cash (no)
Launder to me means Laundry mat (no)
Nothing can saves us we’re in a Tornado
Whisked to New York by the major label
Strippers and money grippers in clouds of vapors
Hidden pistols in a lot of these waist’es
Enjoy the ride just get into the feeling
You’re in the hottest New York City you killing it
Gang Starr on the stage you label mates
Pinch yourself, slap your face - you doing great
Thank the lord in heaven you ain’t sporting a gold chain
Stick up kids pass you Bo Ho clothes no name
Cut from a different cloth destined with a different call
The Illuminati y’all? - tucked rooms dark halls
Hey
Never claimed to be Jay - Z
Atmosphere’s Crazy
Hey hey hey
There’s Mobsters all inside this basement
Scenes like Scoresese
Hey hey hey
I’ve been whisked out of
(My Small Town)
A fish out of
(Yeah I’m Out Now)
Fish outta water
We are not in Kansas no more

Lets rock
Welcome to the big city pimps and big cars
Hey pretty lady I can make you a big star dig it
Young blood I got two for fives
Go sell this come back keep the five
Then tomorrow when you show up you meet the tribe
Here’s a 38 snub nose we survive
Pre cell phone contact
Rap from way back
With dread in the drop top shooting at grey Mac
I told em I was gonna make it as a bar smith
Spit my drama To help my momma see better
The truth is these devils is way more ruthless than me or you is
Get money grow wise keep it hip hop
Intelligent bars until the gift stop
Look your enemy in the eye don’t let your chin
Turn the other cheek if you want set up a head shot
Pow
Hey
Never claimed to be Jay - Z
Atmosphere’s Crazy
Hey hey hey
There’s Mobsters all inside this basement
Scenes like Scoresese
Hey hey hey
I’ve been whisked out of
(My Small Town)
A fish out of
(Yeah I’m Out Now)
Fish outta water
We are not in Kansas no more


The difference with me I never claimed to be a Gangsta
A Hustler
Nor from the streets
I hail from the ATL via Milwaukee and Tennessee
Summers with my grandmother - I love her
Out houses, well water and chicken coops
Now in New York a rubber band man in every crevice
Am I just wheat Satan's been waiting to sift through?
Gun shots in fun spots is my issue
I left Milwaukee to get away from violence
Im a control freak As they say No man is an island
And now I’m smack dab in the lap of pistols and whiskey
Natural enemies, bravado & Hyper Masculine energy
But the music is a friend to me
Hip hop was born from torn streets gang violence and extreme poverty
Yeah its becoming a corporate run conundrum
Where century old stereotypes frequently come from
But Here I am a fan that’s quickly becoming someone that’s a legend
Laying my own pavement harden it to cement
To maybe 30 years later people still will not forget
Nah Arrested Development yeah never was in Kansas
Just came from a small town to a big town searching for answers
And giving other examples of life instead of death rep with nice bars and samples
Hey
Never claimed to be Jay - Z
Atmosphere’s Crazy
Hey hey hey
There’s Mobsters all inside this basement
Scenes like Scoresese
Hey hey hey
I’ve been whisked out of
(My Small Town)
A fish out of
(Yeah I’m Out Now)
Fish outta water
We are not in Kansas no more