Shad - Epilogue: Long Jawn lyrics

But really I'm sick of rapping
But really I miss the passion
You feel me, I miss the scene, you feel me
I miss the action
I miss touring, miss America
Miss the pageant
I'm still married to that dame though the
Game is Mrs jackson to me
Rappers love talking this epic
When we talk of our exit from showbiz
And nobody noticed we left it
Was hedging bets at the school of Texas
Hold them Rolexes
And Lexuses, just a second, I got a test
But I'm blessed
I got to live and learn, literally
Did a term then went to gig and earn, urn
Just let it burn words I could grow-op, no
I don't mean grow pot
I mean getting that dope though
I still gotta grow lots


Live real stories, grow plots
They wanted more crops
And grow guap and you find some botox
Robots to co-op
But y'all know me, don't stop, I just go off
I stay on point for the
Heads, this cut's a mohawk, uh
For heads that's headstrong, uh
And heads with dreads on
And white corn rows although
That's dead wrong but listen, this is all
Inclusive, for all humans
Just for y'all amusement
Music for the blue-collared dudes and
All the college students
I'm Paul Wall in '05 and I'm car pollution
And I'm James Harden hooping
All meaning I'm a problem Houston
A constant nuisance, I cause confusion
Hold on
This song's as long as the constitution
It's just that I've got a lot of
Thoughts that are hard to explain
I'm trying to try a little tender
But I'm hard in the brain
Hard headed thoughts darkened and
Charred in the flame
I'm talking black, pardon the slang
But the flame is like Flocka
Young man always gotta go hard in the paint
We talk foul on offensive
They call charge in the game
But even activists targeting Targets
And chain stores
They get chained to the same war
Same arms taking aim
Arm leg leg arm head, we all the same
One race feeling safe when we
Start in our lanes
On our march till that gun spark
Reminds us of young scars
Makes us all start to run, far from the pain
So we take off and we hide
And we harbor the shame
And as we grow older, damn
It only gets harder to change
It's getting heavy
I don't wanna let my people down
I'll fight with evil within until
I'm beneath the ground
Sleeping sound, that's my deepest vow
Till I take my deepest bow
I'll keep reaching out through these speakers
Now, Gary told me my album
Should be called "Food Court"
Cause, I only talk about food, justice
And hoop scores
Put on my Jordan's this morning
Without a shoe horn played a couple games
Then debated the use of brute force
Versus new forms of abuse to
Make us produce more
Over cold pizza and a lukewarm 2-4
The poor gotta eat
So like first ball we shoot for it
I'm just trying to remember that
Life is too short every second's precious
Let's stay up like due north of New York
Where my homegirl is trying to
Quit with the Newport's
And my dude's trying to keep the
Food portions down to two courses
I'm trying to build with a lady and
Maybe move towards forming a team
That's my last reference to sports
I promise I'm through
These women are getting too bored
Calling this dude-core

Hold-on, uh just keep it going

Yea, the last time I was rocking this
I was rocking in a Diamond tee
Rhyming like Rawkus would sign him
But dreaming of rocking that diamond
Roc-A-Fella before Barack was presiding over
The Oval Office
To go to Iraq I was declining
I was grinding and I still love it
Up in front of the public
Juggling subjects in couplets
It's funny my stomach plummets
Right before every time but then I'm
Fine once them drums hit
Drum sticks in buckets
Backstage with subway Subwiches
Man I'm lucky as what
This what I do for the ducats
No soul sucking for pay
Stubs I'm nobody's puppet
Now I'm buzzing cause this stuff is
In my blood like an IV
But just cause I love it, it's not my ID
I mean I'm wrapped in these rhyme schemes
And I rap to define me
But rap doesn't define me
Trust that I'll be fine when the shine leaves
Dudes used to say
"would you rhyme please,?!"
They had to push me to start
Like they couldn't find keys
Now I'm regarded the most rewinded Rwandese
London-born but not that one renowned
For the grime scene

Uh, yeah check it out!

I'm sending this one to my
Fam and my old friends
And fans that follow all the
Tweets that I don't send
My man G's on the net, no goaltend
My plan B I just left, cuz I goes in
I'm into 30 for 30 docs and 30 Rock
Why? cuz I'm 30 and cuz I'm
Kinda of a nerdy jock
I remember before Jigga made 30 hot
And I still front on Justin a
Little cuz of that dirty pop
I had CeeLo on cassette back
When he would rap
Sitting up in my room with that Moesha track
That was back when North America made cars
Now inner cities look like outer space
We only make stars
I remember we didn't care when we ate carbs
I remember dreaming of that day
We would take charge
I'm seeing the seeds of future change
Right now in the present
As we work in our fields
Here grounding the message
In real life lessons
Getting right down to the essence
Then we water that like a fountain
When we're counting our blessings
Sharing the hope of our hearts and
The doubts and the questions
See the seeds sprout into trees that
Leave thousands of fresh ones
Haven't got there yet but
I've found some direction
I'm not a Catholic but these tracks
Is the sound of confession
It's like I said 'em then heaven
Sent down a post card
Over a large ocean of doubt via Coast
Guardian angel to say we're ok
We've all broke hearts, groped
Parts, fought and hurt
Drank and smoked darts
We're all victims, we're all innocent
No charge you're free to be who you are
Now go and don't harm
The world's so starved for you being unique
That's cliche but it often is with the truth
See
It's nothing too deep and it's nothing new
We all knew it as youth
Seems we just forgot as soon as
We grew a few feet
That's why I like to say remember to remember
That's why I like to play
My fingers on that Fender
And that's why I write and play to
Try to find the light of day
In these dark winter nights and bravely
Bring it to the centre
Still some say it's hood nonsense
No good conscience they got it twisted
It's hood conscious and good nonsense
But check the comments
Some supporters got enough hate
Some fans don't post "I love Shad"
They just say "F drake"
I got no problems with Drizzy of course
I'm not vexed
I can't cop what Drizzy affords
I'm all good, I even got to give to the poor
And TO knows I'm like a Benz
In the city of Fords (Rob)
I'm thinking they're bored with
The backpacking like, "is he done yet?"
They waiting on that hit like Phil
Collins with the drum set
In the air tonight, I'm heavy as two tonnes
Heads sleeping on the kid
I'm breaking down they bunk beds
And raising hell like Rev Run said
Watch him stalk his prey and walk
This way slow as the undead
I keep it 100 till sunset
Til there's not one breath in my lungs left
The undisputed number one-esque
Nah this is a new act called sinner and saint
Where the singer covers inner pain
With glitter and paint
And delivers his statements with wit
And with vigour and haste
They say the entertainer's like Cedric
Except thinner and great
I'm playing, I'm not a comedy king
Obviously Rap fathered me sorta like
Pop's rap on Common's Be
My policy's quality over quantity, real

Ahh, hmm almost had it, almost had it

My policy's quality over quantity
Real girls over drama queens
Real world over college dean
Philosophies honesty over shock
Real thoughts over knocking beats
Real talk, it's over when I drop the beat

Yeah, that's good