The Process Lyrics

The process

And all the little tiny things I accomplished

In my late thirties and I still haven't reached my prime yet

I'm only getting better and wiser

Nas still dropping his gems

Jay-Z 50 plus and he didn't retire

So many rhymes and I ain't a lier

I am on fire

Hood nigga, P-Town

Suburban survivor

Rocking out like the Eye of the tiger

New millennium God

Feel like D.C. Darkseid

Me, myself and I

Drew this shit from the archives

And I don't like comparisons

Hip-hop heritage

Music, Culture made by African-Americans

We are trendsetters

Been rapping for a couple of years

Wishing some of my peers would spit better

I'm addicted to being my best

No disrespect, but I don't live my life on the internet

Success comes in many forms

People want to patronize, bring you down

I got a middle finger for them

Four hundred millions ways just to make a song

Picture me trying to fit in where I don't belong

I'm only doing things I believe in

The way you go about it will never fit my demeanor

Let these songs last forever

I will never die

Give me a mic and a beat, don't need to televise

And I don't have kids

I ain't been married yet

Longest relationship I had is a pile of debt

Throughout all my twenties was broke, dumb

And mad depressed

Giving up and being a failure ain't in my dialect

If I had a time machine, wouldn't use it

Without a crystal ball I can see myself in the future

And it's beautiful

Let it shine

Illmatic, track four the world's mine