The Prize-Felt

Verse 1: (what the f**k is that?) (MURS) In my era, we used to call it 'stilo' That's spanish for 'style,' stupido It used to be all tranquilo Never thought i'd live to see the day you'd stoop this low We grew up in the same environment Shared the same spray paint and markers and shit Now you lookin for a early retirement Cause every day you hate on me, you talk like a bitch Scared the hell out you didn't i? Sittin wit ya girl on the couch watchin youtube Couldn't even look me in the eye Tried to paly it off like 'whats up, my dude?' Must've forgot about me, huh I'm still from the block, i just look a little strange But we can talk about it, bro We can step off in the front yard and throw them thangs But you don't wanna go against me You really wanna kick it when push comes to shove You actin silly cause you miss me And this is the way that you show me love (Chorus) You need to focus those eyes on the time It was right, then ya life, then ya rhymes, then the prize And i don't even think you lookin at the prize I think you killin time lookin at what's mine Verse 2: (Slug) Some people call it swagger I'm a little bit older, so i still call it mojo It really doesn't matter, nah If you got it you get it, if you don't then it won't grow I heard that they was mad at me Do i care? no, the evil doesn't see a scarecrow Flashback to old strategies Cause you gotta be careful, when these crabs in the barrel Slow down, hit my hometown Cats talk a lot of smack, so what's up wit that? I been around the globe now And i snuck back, just to let you know that it was f**kin flat Come down off the jackass You should put both feet on the ground, oh so real You ain't built for revenge math Just talent and voice, wit no social skill This goes to too many people If you feel offended, come and get wit the kid I'm not better than you, nah, i'm equal But when i went to do it, i meant what i did