The Sheppard Letra

I got a story to tell, so listen
It's about a ??, City of Wind

Here lies the son of Chicago, city of wind, a pitiful place
Critics talk shit behind his back and grin in his face
Theres no visible trace of ?teen? spirit or grace
And nobody in town supports anything he creates
This shit is hater-ville, it doesn't matter that he's made of skill
Or that his beats is bangin, motherfuckers here will hate him still
Kids are runnin rampant tryin to recreate the ills
Straight killin tradition by dissin all those who try to build
He climbed the hills with pride until his mind was filled with certain laws
Observe the flaws in thinking with an inkling to reverse the cause
He's heard them all and finds that it's hard to teach
Then she replied ?believe? i'm fine and target it beyond the reach
An artist speaks, silence overwhelms the crowd
They hated him before, now they're hoping he can help'em out
Forget about his previous plights, and see the signs
Cause he is the beacon of lights and he is prime

It ain't about style
It ain't about rhymes
It ain't about skills
And it ain't about lines
It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time
And then stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind
It ain't about style
It ain't about rhymes
It ain't about skills
And it ain't about lines
It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time
And then you'll stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind

It's over now, see I got a little bit older now
It's time to play my part and represent this molemen hold it down
I didn't wanna lead the flock, I was happy on the streets and blocks
Corner cypherin, receivin props
I used battlin so I could sharpen my blade
So often, that it made me ruthless and they stated to hate
Around that time I just recorded a tape, Mind over Madness
Put some of my niggas on it, this shit was timed like I planned it
I made out like a bandit, because nobody was doin this
Except for my man pug cause everybody was new to it
We used to get treated in the greatest regard
I met a lot of heads and took a stab at makin a spark
Scam artists rest in peace, yep I was the one who started it
I took some known names and I chose to make them a part of it
Qwel, Verbal, and ?bust?, by chance you might have heard of them
They figured out the hustle, guess who the fuck they learned it from

It ain't about style
It ain't about rhymes
It ain't about skills
And it ain't about lines
It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time
And then stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind
It ain't about style
It ain't about rhymes
It ain't about skills
And it ain't about lines
It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time
And then you'll stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind

This motherfuckers has got me stressed out
Surveyin the landscape that I've stretched out
I wonder if the path I've chosen to walks the best route
Feelin left out with the rain poundin my brain
Without any shade, no matter, moves gotta be made
The city I'm livin in is simply crawlin with hate
The same kids who turned they back was eatin off of my plate
They just reminded me, it's time to eat, so finally
It's time for me to find a need to be the scriber with designer beats
To shine you need more than just sheer talent and confidence
Like heart and wit, mixed with soul to be a part of this
The ?words? I spit, reveal nothing more than a tortured man
With nothing to lose, I'm warning you not to force his hand
I'm takin no ?shorts?, I stand for what I believe in
Pullin wool from you eyes, and pullin wolves out of sheeps skin
Each minute I'm livin is given to all who listen to
The lyrics, the spirits, the art, it's part of the ritual

It ain't about style
It ain't about rhymes
It ain't about skills
And it ain't about lines
It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time
And then stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind
It ain't about style
It ain't about rhymes
It ain't about skills
And it ain't about lines
It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time
And then you'll stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind