Verse 1








It Was A Summer Mornin' At The Age Of Eighteen



I'll Start The Story In The Shower Singin' Microphone Fiend



Tryna Figure My Routine For The Day



There's Mad Things To Do With No Delay



In Preparation For This Jam Around The Way



I'm Steppin' Out The Shower



Crossin' Out The Calender



Pickin' Out The Afro And Pullin' Out The Gear



I Hear The Same Sounds Every Mornin'



Sports Centre The Traffic



Your Mom Dukes Screamin' In My Ear



Dipped, Yet My Thoughts Slip



Thinkin' That My Plans Just Barely Coincide With My Money Clip



But Get A Grip Cos By The End Of The Day, Bro



Your Pockets'll Be A-ight, Even Before The Crowd Says 'A-yo!'



I Jet Up To Lex, Take The 6 To The R



My Journey Wouldn't Feel As Far If I Had A Car



5-O Was There, So I Paid My Fare



But I Didn't Care 'til He Gave A Glare, Who You Tryna Scare?



I'm Passin' Flyers To A Crew Of Fly Young Sisters



A Chicken From My Past Is Actin' Crab, So I Had To Diss Her



My Head Bops And My Fingers Pops 'til I Reach My Stop



Then I Mush My Way Through To The Record Shop




Can I Get It One Time For The Selector?



Does He Come Correct In Your Sector?



Indoors Or An Outside Jam



Can I Get It If Ya Understand?




Verse 2



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As I Exit Stage Right, Lookin' Forward To The Night



It's Official, Imma Have This Party Packed Tight Like Toilet Tissue



What's The Issue? I'm Never Comin' Wack



We Never Lack The Latest Flavour, Keepin' Crates Stacked



Buyin' Records By The Pack



With My Knapsack Filled As I Chilled



On The C-Train, Simple And Plain, Let Me Explain



I Had To Check My Man