Granted Letra

You may know me as the craziest
The one with the amazin' flamin' gift
I'm Jay Reaper came to save this shit
Mr. I-Don't-Know-Who-Jay-Z-Is
The crew is Dope D.O.D. motherfucker
And now you know the name all this niggas start to suck up
I forgot your name cause I'm not listening
And I won't pop yo CD into my sound system
Cause I'm still broke as fuck
Now give me one good reason I shouldn't stick yo ass up
Thinkin' I'm famous I would give a fuck
They say in life its all about the lil' stuff nigga give it up
I been around the world seen a lot of pretty places
Big bootys and shitty faces
Masons handshaking
My blood on the paper cause I'm more than impatient
When I'm signing with satan
And I'm breakin'
Feelin' like them apemen I'm caged in
My shitty life's been a lil' frustrating
And I'm ageing
It's like the whole foundation of my fuckin' life caved in
But fuck it
I got a million ways to tell ya'll niggas "suck it"
Like more skills, more attitude and more power to bust it
You probably lookin' at Da Roach and actin' all disgusted
Guess what, I love it, fuckers

You spending all your time on some random bitches
Watch me and my fam go from rags to riches
You wanna stay broke than that's your business
I roll with the giants fuck ya'll midgets
You're living a lie but still you won't admit it
I'm not in the mood everyone is gonna get it
I used to respect shit ya lost all credit
Now ya get disrespected and tested ya dumb prick
Watch the clock tick it goes to quick
Shit is serious no taking the piss
The team move slick and we stay so sick
You don't stack no bricks now you losing grip
You walk with a limp and a walking stick
Cause you fucked with a click and got brutally kicked
No life ain't a flick you played out like card tricks
Open up ya eyes and see reality bitch

I hear people say "nowadays he got real cocky"
"He's stuck in a cycle of tour, fame and money"
That's funny buddy ya think you know the facts now
Think again or drop by I'm still in the crackhouse
Still without heat and the occasional blackout
The ratmonkey's still in my yard he can't get out
I pull the hash out and think for a minute
But that ain't enough if ya livin' with a time limit
Da clocks tickin' I'm still spittin' real hip hop
I fall down daily but learned how to get up
I roll with the Reaper, Diggles and Rotten
Chu, P, Mulz and a handfull a blood kin
Backstabbin' trash ends up in a dustgin
Or under the dark dirt slowly forgotten
So watch what you wish for and try understand it
The way I grew up I don't take shit for granted

Yeah, try to understand it
The way I grew up I don't take shit for granted
Ya betta, try to understand it
The way we grew up we don't take shit for granted
Dope D.O.D. 2012 and beyond!
Until the next time the world ends, peace