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b-baz - independence day lyrics

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[intro: b-baz]
check!
big city nights!
b-b-a-z

[verse one: b-baz]
“i think it’s time to let this light of mine shine
drop a dope beat, imma drop nice rhyme”

that was the first line that i ever performed
on stage, 8th grade, man it made me feel empowered
had me thinkin’ up the words every time i showered
but i’d never tell my parents, d-mn, i was a coward

’til one day, my rhyme book was taken
the cat was out the bag, godd-mn, i swear i was shaken
’cause i knew my mama wouldn’t approve
sayin’ that rap was for fools
and she ain’t wanna see her baby on the news
she knew i was gentle, imagine what she envisioned
gunshots to pipes, cars and “bad b-tches”

but all my philly n-ggas said my flow was really vicious
it’s a miracle my mama never saw what i had written
but pops was a witness – crisis averted
surprised when it wasn’t the raps he was concerned with

see back then, the biggest in the game was curtis jack
a big n-gga rappin’, gettin’ b-tches stayin’ strapped
50 was crack – that’s he was used to dealin’
but me rappin’ about it? man, that sh-t wasn’t appealing

even though the girls was finally talkin’ to me – f-ck it
by soph0m-re in high school, my rhyme book? i chucked it
alright, i admit it, there’s more – i omitted
like fights i got into that f-cked up my image

see, for a long time ya boy struggled for acceptance
but now i’m fresh prince, dog, i found my independence
power of the pen showed the power from within
from the poetry to rap, full circle again

see, i had a new perspective, witty and introspective
discarded all of my dreams of scientists and detectives
started storytelling, guess i followed my roots
every single line i rhymed came alive in the booth

fell in love with the game, but it wasn’t the same
if i make my own lane they’ll remember the name
n-ggas laughed and har-ssed, more than half of them -ss
out-rapped the unworthy, put the team on my back

shouts out to my home boys in wissahickon
philly and atlantic city, never give up spittin’
some thought i was whack and they never failed to mention
but this is my story, motherf-cker, pay attention

’cause for a long time ya boy struggled for acceptance
but now i’m fresh prince, dog, i found my independence
power of the pen showed the power from within
from the poetry to rap, full circle again



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