☆ It Ain’t Hard to Tell

Intro]
Yeah It’s Elmatic Yo
[Verse One]
Yo let me start you from the genesis
far from where the finish is
No role models
just empty bottles of Guiness’s
Roaches in the ashtray tossin gettin fast cash
The ski mask way from those
who never passed class
Born the side of poverty probably
they stacked granite
Crackheads never looked alive to me
Robberies and liquor stores tricks and whores
Reality but sick as yours
so I blow trees stronger than sycamores
Now wait let me get back to
my past as I rewind mine
Before I got on the 1 9 9 9
Mother gave birth to this divine mind
Born with his arm leg leg arm
head like a Quran line
No paternity but as I’m thirty three
I learned to be strong
Pops moved along
but he never returned to me
Thought I feel anger from what eternity
I bottled my feelings inside
Where pride is never swallowed followed
my killers they ride
Pride off of Indo bussin up
cartridges to your window
Different from the one from my Nintendo
That lined should have been
my intro ’cause when I started rappin
Lookin up the younger with they art of trappin
Start cappin fly wheels thick chicks
in high heels tellin me my skills is sick
I was only eight slowly fate took
it’s turn my world cripples urns
Money and drugs sell It Ain’t Hard To Tell
[Verse Two]
Check I went to Peck Elementary
less than Jacodi
To graduate I had to take a
semester with homies
Too busy writin none of my time
went into my assignments
Dot of line as my rhyme gets
maneuvers like the hymlick
Used to ditch class with pitch as
Picture me alot shorter my vocals
pitch sounds like it switched fast
Young and rebellious hangin with
failures who held us
The elders they see me saggin
that’s where my belts is
That’s ’round the same time
my mother was ill
Collect the mental scares
waitin for the others to heal
No insorted vision everyone’s beyond blind
Can’t think about findin the meanin
of life when tryin to define mine
I won’t pretend it’s cool
what’s wet behind the ears
So I had to jump in this pool
graduate and finish school
Niggas was mad that I owned a diploma
They was just sleepin they
should have slept ’til they dome’s in a coma
I’m a beg shorty who ran through
the land of Berry Gordy
Where the buddha man may
blew a grand the K40
That ain’t rich at all but hell
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon
Just a wooden one I put on my kitchen wall
Now I rock shows from Cali
Grove down to Wichita
Feelin like I grew ten feet a couple inches tall
Just thinkin back we was to doubt
about my feud sunny
Now it seems too funny
’cause even new money is counted out
Nobody believe only ones
was J Barrber JB Groove
Money investments everyday recoup
You thought I failed
It Ain’t Hard To Tell