Lyrics:

I've gotta say I'm not a rapper to the bone, you know, I wasn't born in L.A., New York or so and my town couldn't be more quiet you see, in my hood no one ever pulled a gun on me! But when I grab the microphone I feel the need in me to release everything that's inside of me. I've gotta get it out, don't wanna wait and see, 'cause what I'm dealing with hurts emotionally. I never spraid a wall or a train you know. I never got into graffiti, man, I don't know, I never spun on my head, breakdance till your dead, I only listen to the music, cause that's where it's at. Don't wanna fall for no gimmick of the industry, like all the funky clothes, I'm not a wannabe. I do what I like if it feels right to me, It's only me, my voice and my mic, you see?!

Why would I try to deny where I'm coming from?

Not every time I hear a beat I gotta move, my man, I'm not a party guy who needs to shake his thang. It's all about the lyrics and the rhymes, you know, about the song itself and not the video. Don't wanna see the tits, the cars make the hits, don't need to see a million people jump up in a pit and shout hip hop hurray - no way - there's only one way to go for me and that's my way! My way can only be where I'm coming from, I need to see what's up around me and put it in a song. My songs are a cure, gotta keep 'em all pure, don't wanna have to adapt to the rules for sure. So this one goes out to all of the wannabes, the ones who are trying to be what they cannot be. Just do what you like if it feels right to you - It's only you, your voice and your mic, you fool!

Why would you try to deny where you're coming from?