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I was a real hot head out of a twin size bed,
ma woke me up melted cheese egg on Jewish rye bread
6th grade getting pain into jules proper
busting 5 crackers at my middle school locker
piggy bank vlow fat like giddy bank row
Paul Lugini and George to camp blow
stuck unchanged , fascinated by the game,
I punked out ,
then raised 25 cent in price for my video games,
moral combat,
time for the contract,
back to the future no one told mick flock as where my moms at,
geer me on tocca sala drakuing face fay shun,
drug addicted,
no label beside me,
we grew of 3 sons I was the youngest,
most talented,
dumbest,
stuffed my face with garlic pita
humus the hardest has to learn while
my boss and his sports key,
that have never succeeded

Chorus:
my rhymes ain't good,
my rhymes misunderstood,
pardon me again dog that's my childhood,
We grew up playin runnin bases,
10 yrs later I was on the streets rhyming what they said,

my rhymes ain't good,
my rhymes misunderstood,
pardon me again dog that's my childhood,
always kept my mouth shut , thought I was about but,
my pa's put the house up

He said:
scrar face for life,
envelope cheek took the side of his mouth,
due to the sky,
I had the appetite for extra cheese, no chestes,
just ice and freeze n,
solidifying steeze at 32 degrees,
passed 25 and black,
u a funny guy,
a rapper that u crack, they crack money stack, high in the lab,
can you relate to us? should I just drop ya?
I was stop eating tuna fish and taco waffle and falffels
they mo was storing the floor storage,
serial numbers all scratched up of the poor rich,
super bowls smashed to help him get his hits,
I need that old lighter
if I'm losing u ,
I show u all the flicks
I could be raking the dough,
but I'm leaving with force
my concentrations all flowing, that's war, that's raw,
hands my face rate side cancer,
brought the beater with the family get to see chastise,
chastise, chastise
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Chorus:
my rhymes ain't good,
my rhymes misunderstood,
pardon me again dog that's my childhood,
keep the rhyme playing rhyme basing,
10 years later I was on the streets rhyming what they said,
that's war, that's raw

my rhymes ain't good,
my rhymes misunderstood,
pardon me again dog that's my childhood,
always kept my mouth shut , thought I was about but,
my pa's put the house up
he said,

used to be me in my room with no dj,
just a PA and a pair of JBL speakers,
in the attic of my parents house,
not a mouse was heard,
one pm in the afternoon ,
trying ta suck some resin from the pipe before paps gets home,
put my lips to the mike
when the king got his power from a crown,
amplifying no,
earplugs in,
beat box in the shower,
for some reverberation,
just trying make it back from a long vacation,
still trying to find my way home,
but all alone I knew I was never alone, no your never alone,
smoking all that weed will make your molla chung sound,
stereo-oo,
we used to mix up frosted flakes with cherrio,
LSD , ecstasy sliced through reality,
only 17 trying to find my queen
I never developed a center,
so my hearts empty,
sleeping in the rain just to feel something,
young bucks never think that they'll damage their brain,
I was roaming through my world looking for some milk and honey,yeah still am,
somethings in life just funny,
and some, just stare at the sun, 'til they can't see me,
I'll stick to my guns
and do what we've always done,
whether burned in the oven or lost at sea completely

Chorus:
my rhymes ain't good,
my rhymes misunderstood,
pardon me again dog that's my childhood,
we grew up playin running bases,
10 yrs later I was on the streets rhyming what they said,

my rhymes ain't good,
my rhymes misunderstood,
pardon me again dog that's my childhood,
always kept my mouth shut , thought I was about but,
my pa's put the house up

yeah
crayz- kosha dillz matisyahu,

baruch hashem