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YOU DON’T KNOW HIM YET Visualise this, a kid with a dream, a rebel from the beginning Unpredictable, not like him. His hero was Rakim He’s a dreamer, a kid with a vision; fully focussed His world is at a stand still. Even his brother thinks he’s a joker But he still smiles! Negativity is holding him back though It must be crushed! Time is running out but he has no Body that he knows well, his life seems like hell He’s all alone and most times it feels like his mind is gone Lost to the environment. Stuck in a rut, but he won’t quit He’s a fighter from birth trapped on the earth No fake smiles, nothing pretentious, this shit is endless With no dependants. No girlfriends, no house, no Benz, a handful of friends Going round in circles and it never seems to end But he’s head strong, been around for long Competition’s been and gone; and he still stands strong. Chorus: You don’t know him yet And his mind is set As he wipes the sweat Come on and place your bet The kid you won’t forget Words of an architect Now the scene is set Will he gain respect? And the days go on and the phase is gone, something’s wrong But he’s feeling strong, feeling like a king without the Kong But life goes on but it’s long and he’s still hanging on By the skin of his teeth, a stranger on the streets he’s from Feels like he don’t belong; put his life in a song Whatever games the devil might play bring them on He’s the fuse that’s attached to a bomb; he’s ahead of his time like he’s Tron Killer of every stage he’s on He’s burning up waiting for the bomb to drop Seems like he can’t be stopped; and every weasel’s going pop. Listen up! They tried to silence the man but couldn’t shut him up Hired a thousand suckers in the game to try to suck him up To change the man; re-arrange his plans; ripped the mic out of his hands Just to see him damned but the man still stands And he’s suffered and he’s tougher than the average man Attacking like a battle ram. Something that you’ll never understand! Chorus: He’s committed to it so he stuck with it, put his mind to it Like an architect with words he constructed it … don’t fuck with it Many obstructed it; the aim to self destruct the kid So he ignored the world and slipped into a dark place to conduct his shit. Every day the passion builds, no job, couldn’t pay the bills About to flip, talking to himself like he’s a lunatic He’s losing grip, the choice is either that or flip the script He’s got the gift, but there’s nothing he can do … the world is blind to it. Will it ever end? He calls a friend to play his songs again To see what he thinks to confirm what he already knows but it ain’t for them He’s got the faith, confused but at the same time he’s thinking straight Could be late; there’s kids to feed but he just needs the break He knows the game; rapping to himself but they think he’s strange He’s on his knees, ain’t eaten for days and he prays for change Look in his face; you can sense the pain. Realise his aims Fed up of the same old same; got to raise his game. Chorus: |