Song Description

Imma get my happiness in life By Studio!

Lyrics

2-Still rocking the mic at age 70-
In the jungle resides the urban gypsy,
My rap flows against them MC's in front of me-
Think they hot with whoopti whoop abilities-
4.5-Watch me crush them spirits, METAPHYSICAL is no make believe-
Just spit lyrics through all them sights that I see,
In front of me so easy shackled God, macks and so and so-
Tragically communities have money wanting more,
4.5-The dollar is the baller HOLLA getcho chip break yo neck-
Socially speaking on the verge of committing theft,
Writing poetry most of my life and still-
I'm down, bust raps since Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff sound,
1-Still pound my style Wild Child make frowns when I flow,
These blessings received I record now in studio,
Loose Mantangelo is watching time pass and pass-
Me by, finally I see that somethings do take time-
***1-These I can never quit, this hip-hop verse,
Writing my script on humanity about to burst,
My storylines on everything 1 time flow,
From into something By Studio x 2***
1-Survivor of them drug infested 1980's-
My junior year in high school " coke " was my best friend maybe-
MAN had to keep in line after line let the blow flow-
Early morning dilated pupils is all I know,
1-Man this was no joke " crystal meth " was the next step-
Catch me high 48 hours of my breath,
High school kid look at what we did and we did some-
" Crank," " pdog " one time my mind was dumb,
1-It was all about them crumbs when I fell into the " crack- "
Living with a drug dealer you don't know how to act-
On the ground you just dreaming that you find you a piece-
Of white rock or a kibble at his spot to say the least,
4.5-Little kid look at what he did a copy cat in sight-
Just wishing he had a satellite to watch the latest sight,
Loose Mantangelo is watching time pass and pass-
Me by, finally I see that somethings do take time-
***1-These I can never quit, this hip-hop verse,
Writing my script on humanity about to burst,
My storylines on everything 1 time flow,
From into something By Studio x 2***
4.5-I breath to believe in myself you see-
Be no copy cat changer live a life for me-
What you see is the product I'm the man the myth-
Walk the turf like this, shake your booty pump ya' fist-
4.5-Getting down to the sound called life is free-
Everyday indeed go find your peace,
Nothing, but nothing can sound like that-
Except a poet telling tales telling tales like that-
1-Conceived for the Earth live my life complete-
Identify homosapiens that move by feet,
This rebuttal blames those at war-
How can I follow you off my trail detour-
4.5-See me bleed for the people cause my blood lines fat-
Not the type of fat, chubby fat like that,
Stories I'm dropping be popping across your city-
You might think that's you, go out and find this really,
***1-These I can never quit, this hip-hop verse,
Writing my script on humanity about to burst,
My storylines on everything 1 time flow,
From into something By Studio x 2***.