Damn, here we go again Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam Now everything I´m not made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talking shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I´m not made me everything I am
I´ll never be picture-perfect Beyoncé Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey Remember him from Blackstreet? He was as black as the street was I´ll never be as laid back as this beat was I never could see why people reach a Fake-ass facade that they couldn´t keep up You see how I creeped up? You see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah? I´ll never rock a mink coat in the wintertime like Killa Cam Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am Let me know if you feel it, man ´Cause everything I´m not made me everything I am
(DJ Premier scratches) Damn, here we go again Everybody saying what´s not for him But everything I´m not made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talking shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I´m not made me everything I am
And I´m back to tear it up Haters start your engines, I hear ´em gearing up People talk so much shit about me at barbershops They forget to get their hair cut Okay, fair enough, the streets is flaring up ´Cause they want gun talk, or I don´t wear enough Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows
So say goodbye to the NAACP Award Goodbye to the India Arie Award They´d rather give me the N-nigga Please Award But I´ll just take the I Got a Lot of Cheese Award
Damn, here we go again Everybody saying what´s not for him But everything I´m not made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talking shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I´m not made me everything I am
I know people wouldn´t usually rap this But I got the facts to back this Just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets Man, killing´s some wack shit
Oh, I forgot, ´cept for when niggas is rappin´ Do you know what it feel like when people is passin´? He got changed over his chains a block off Ashland I need to talk to somebody, pastor The church want tithe, so I can´t afford to pay Pink slip on my door, ´cause I can´t afford to stay My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say That´s enough Mr. West, please, no more today
Damn, here we go again Everybody saying what´s not for him But everything I´m not made me everything I am Damn, here we go again Talking shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I´m not made me everything I am