Tears for Fears

Tears for Fears - Sorry

[B.B. Jay]

Theres an old saying that every dog has his day

I want'chall to know a lil somthin somthin

Every child of God has his season

And right about now, its all mine

Yo, check it, check it

It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly

Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me

I was broker than a vase, living like a pauper

Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker

Native New Yorker, born in Brook'lawn

Grew up in Jersey where you die if you look wrong

Hooked on somethin coloussal (Word to God)

Holy hip-hop apostle (God Squad)

Original general, quite like a girdle

Representin Jesus the eternal life colonel

I'm over like a hurdle, harder than the turdle

Lyrics healthier than herbal

B.B. Jays sturdy, never profane

Never x-rated or dirty, never ashamed

(Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful

I'm on some holy holy, emcees be greatful

[Hook: B.B. Jay]

I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?

Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bomb

Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin

Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God

I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I?

Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bomb

Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin

Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God

[B.B. Jay]

Check it

It all started way back when I was a chap in grade school

Used to write songs an' poems in the day room

Every music award show, yo I stayed tuned

Word to God, as true as I grew, kids made room

No doubt, rejection was a sho' thing

Never get love until you doing yo' thang

You know how it is, around ghetto kids

Hype, do you sign ???

Made a lot of rap fears when I drops mines

Lotta cats did all they could to stop mines

Recognize yo, you can't stop the shine

Or the glow, ice on ice, I make livin look pro

Show ya right, the son of abraham I am

Born American, culture African

A lotta of imposters I peeped your cheif-tan

I'm a holy hustler, backwards buster

[Hook]

[B.B. Jay]

I used to rock a lot, back in the day, back of the class

In back of the school, battlin for cash in back of tha cab

I used jack up a lotta (Rap dummies)

I used to stak up a lotta (Lunch money)

Dough fo' sho' my flow was a number one

Yo, I told you cats since day number one

B.B. Jay ain't nothin but a plan and a man

But little did you know I had the power of I Am

All day from the getty up

Even back when I was leaving cats belly up

With they skull cracked, uh huh

I ain't always where I be at

Used to get buzzed with cous' like "where the tree at?"

Life of sin, had to flee that, palm was icy

On my way to hell, believe that, on some shiesty

Now I see clearly, holy life the nicest

Fat pastor, loungin with the righteous

[Hook x2]

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