Shad - Epilogue: Long Jawn Lyrics
[Verse 1: Shad]But really I'm sick of rappingBut really i miss the passionYou feel me, i miss the sceneYou feel me, i miss the actionI miss touring, miss America, miss the pageantI'm still married to that dameThough the game is Mrs. JacksonRappers love talking this epicWhen we talk about our exit from showbizI'm nobody, noticed we left itWas hedging bets at the school of texasHolding Rolexes and Lexuses just a second, I got a testBut I'm blessed, got live and learnLiterally, did a term then went to getting earnUrn, just let it burnWords I could grow-opNo, I don't mean grow potI mean gettin' that dough thoI still gotta grow lotsLive real stories, grow plotsThey wanted more cropsAnd grow guap and you find some botox robots to co-opBut y'all know me, dont stop!I just go offI stay on point for the headsThis cut's a mohawk, uhFor heads thats headstrong, uhAnd head with dreads and white corn rowsAlthough that's dead wrongBut listen, this is all inclusiveFor all humans, just for y'all amusementMusic for the blue-collared dudes and all the college studentsI'm Paul Wall in '05 and I'm car pollution James Harden hoopin'All meanin' that I'm a problem HoustonConstant nuisance, I cause confusionHold on this song's as long as the constitutionIts just that I've got a lot of thoughts that are hard to explainI'm trying to try a little tender of the heart and brainHard headed thoughts darkened and charred in the flameI'm talking black, pardon the slangBut the flames like FlockaYoung man always gotta go hard in the paintWe talk foul on offensive, they call charge in the gameBut even activists [?] target them chain storesAnd get chained to the same war, same arms taking aimArm leg leg arm head, we all the same
