C-Rayz Walz, Kosha Dillz, Matisyahu - Childhood lyrics

"yeah boy!" - Sample from Flavor Flav
"I know you gonna dig this
- Sample from Car Wash (1976)
"Pump up the volume - Sample
From Rakim on Eric
B & Rakim's "I Know You Got Soul"

I was a real hothead out the twin-sized bed
Mom woke me up melted cheese
Egg on Jewish challah bread
Sixth grade, getting paid into duels proper
Hustled five crackers at my
Middle school locker
Piggybank grow fat like Diddy bankroll
And jaws that can’t blow
Self done changed fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told McFly
But where my moms at? Face shining
Drug-addicted, no label would sign me
We grew up three sons i was the youngest
Most talented, dumbest, stuffed my face
With garlic peanut hummus the
Hardest lesson learned
While my varsity sports team
That never succeeded

My rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(We grew up playing, running bases)
Ten years later, I was on the streets
Running with baseheads my rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(Always kept my mouth shut)
Thought I was about bucks
(My pops put the house up) he said:

Scruff-faced for life
Enveloped cheap talk out the
Side of his mouth due to the
But had the appetite for extra cheese
No justice just iced and freezing
Solidifying steeze at thirty-two degrees
Past twenty-five and black? You a funny guy
And rap will get you clapped
Like crack money stacks
High in the lab how can you relate
To, uh, soon as this drop, yo
I will stop eating tuna fish and tacos
Waffles and falafels
Is there more in store in
The floors and storage?
Serial numbers all scratched off the porridge
Super-Bowl-smashed your helmet after
Good hit's
I’m a ghetto lighter if I’m losing you
I’ll show you hood flicks
I could be raking the dough
But I’m leaving where it falls
My concentration’s on flow and that’s war
That’s raw black pain stain my face
Drape like tatted tears i
Rough the beat up in revenge of
My battle here to see justice

My rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(We grew up playing, running bases)
Ten years later, I was on the streets
Running with baseheads my rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(Always kept my mouth shut)
Thought I was about bucks
(My pops put the house up) he said:

Used to be me in my room with no DJ, eh
Just a PA and a pair of JBL speakers
In the attic of my parents’ house
Not a mouse was heard
1 PM in the afternoon, trying to
Suck some resin from the pipe
Before pops gets home
Put my lips to the mic when the king got
His power from a ground amplifier, no
Earplugs and I’d beatbox in
The shower for song we reverberation
Just trying to make it back
From a long vacation
Still trying to find my way
Home, but, all along, i knew
I was never alone no, you’re never alone
Smoking all that weed’ll make
A man-a jump sound, stereo
We used to mix our
Frosted Flakes with Cheerios
LSD, Ecstasy, slice through reality
Only seventeen, trying to find my queen
I never developed a center
So my heart’s empty
Sleeping in the rain just to feel something
Young bucks never think that
They’ll damage their brain
I was roaming through your world
Looking for some milk and honey
And still am some think that life
Is just funny and some
Just stare at the Sun ‘til they can’t see me
I’ll stick to my guns and
Do what we’ve always done
Whether burned in the oven or
Lost at sea completely

My rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(We grew up playing, running bases)
Ten years later, I was on the streets
Running with baseheads my rhymes ain’t good?
My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog)
‘cause that’s my childhood
(Always kept my mouth shut)
Thought I was about bucks
(My pops put the house up) he said:

Yeah c-Rayz, Kosher Dillz, Matisyahu