Uncle Sam
Who Are You
You only think you're makin noise cuz your tracks are soft
I'm the type to take your map, send you home
Get lost
I'm runnin every track that I'm average on
Ya'll lil' sprinters need to learn the marathon
I'll still be there when you're gone
Even though I'm barely there when I'm gone
151 until it gets emberassin
Unaware of the song
But when I'm in the zone, its like the poem's my home
Picture me: flowin out tomes, scriptures in ancient Rome
Live from the Coliseum, carve my name into stone
Uncle Sam - I'm rock solid
I mock scholars
They got knowledge
But it's all about the dollars
Fuck that I'm talking bout some real life shit
Cause I know I'm not the only one that feels like this
Its serious - we're livin through a real crisis
But pressure turns a rock into a gem thats priceless

Ridin a Ski Beat, but I'm a snowboarder
With my cohorts scheming on your daughter
I go farther, go further
Killin 'em soft, lyrical murder
That’s how we do this here
Freestylin, twisted off some home brewed beer
But I'm tryna make it oh so clear
Loss column full of 'oes this year
I'm sure well take a couple
Your truly defined by how you shine through a struggle
So who are you?
An whats your next step?
You gonna pack it in, or take a deep breath?
An make that next shot count
Show the world what you’re all about
When it really matters
Difference between playin the game & havin your name in the rafters
A little hurricane or a natural disaster
Just a footnote or a whole fuckin chapter
You gotta be a student if you wanna be the master