LIFE - Chubb Rock

Yeah, it’s like this.

Chubb Rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock

Son, rock.

Do you know, where you’re goin to?

Do you like the things that life is showin you?

Where are you goin to?

Do you know, what you’re lookin for?

Do you like the things that life has in store?

Chubb holds it down for sure.

Ever since mom kissed me and said, «Seek life!»

My mind had an idea like that kid with the kite

No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes

Redness done, so I can script «My Life» like Mary Blige

I’ve, been around the world in 90 days, pro-rated

Like Prince no shame for that past few Sheila’s I’ve dated

Made it, with only one but I’m foreshadowing the rhyme

Like a nice Pirollo (?) wine, life takes time

I’m, one of two and to see it a one who’s part of many

The quarters of my thoughts will cost more than a damn penny

Any debate we can correlate as to my release date

A nine-seven slate, New York state will have to check me

It’s been some time since the break of the dawn

The genre has definitely changed since I’ve been gone

Whether, bad or good the flow remain tight

So I can come and drop my li-ight, li-ight

Well in the past black men used to work for (?)

My age group was plotting to obtain Dead Nixons

The plot, had three vectors for young prospectors

School, entertain, or become Hannibal Lectors

Stressors, used to stress the best, cess wine

But at that particular time I chose to use my mind

Goody too, size twelve shoe the Troy Ave grew

Waited 'til, after eighteen to introduce the brew

Downed the suds and gave a street buzz

High in the +Forrest+ but stupid is as, stupid does

And, that’s all I have to say about that

Flipped a Pulitzer prize script and started rap

Simplistic at first, and the knowledge came later

Rob-ski, Dave Wit, and Swanny on the fader

The struggle was on but the fame was in sight

And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life

The low point was mad low when I lost James Los

Spent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro bro

And that’s all I got to say, about that

While I give thanks to the man that my brother and I’m back

Onward, to the medals while the boys aged the mix

To the mental utopia, so walk past the six

And the rhyme and the flow, must stay real tight

Like it’s always been in my li-i-ife, my life