feat. Carl Thomas
  
  [Dave]
  It's like, New York without a New York yanks
  Better yet, New York without the New York franks
  It's like hot summers without no A.C
  Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C
  It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob
  I'm like "Yo how is it?" he like "It's like hard"
  Trying for that queen but you nothing but a man
  You wanna keep it clean but you can't
  Why it gotta be, like, that
  And what the life, see life is like a J shot
  Shooters son, they got
  One point one second, you half court
  I'm feeling the adrenaline like you half court
  Like pink slips and dipping these ink tips to paper
  Imagine if we fuck around and lose Hip-hop
  Imagine if it didn't exist
  Imagine nothing shining your wrist
  See, imagining to you is a risk
  But think about it, like no chrome rims
  And tims would be construction boots (ill)
  We probably wouldn't even substitute (ill)
  For words we use defining our likes
  I'm coal mining these mics
  To keep that gold nugget like Dave Megget
  Giant like a motherfucker, like Dave said it
  But ya ain't listening, ya paper gon' stack
  Why it gotta be like that?
  
  That, dadadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dat
  Dat, dadadat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat
  
  [Chorus: Carl Thomas]
  Just running, running, fast as I can
  I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
  If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
  I gotta keep running ?cause I'm still gon' win
  Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
  Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
  
  [Posdonus]
  It's like, Slick Rick without the eye patch
  More like, saying slick shit you won't catch
  It's like bed time without your PJ's
  Or no fed timing in out the PJ's
  It's like, one minute you got it, then you broke
  Like what I do with it? I copped a few with it
  Looking like a problem, but you won't get it solved
  You working but you won't get the job
  It's like, who would of thought (thought)
  It you would of bought (bought)
  Into my religion you'd be more like God
  But you were steady swimming so you more like cod
  See these fools is fish scale, converting to ish male
  See I see it like, A alike, B alike
  I was taught, if you play alike, be alike
  How they don't see it for one to go pop
  And this is how you treat Hip-hop?
  Imagine if you didn't have that phantom chrome sitting on a curb nigga
  The word nigga wouldn't be a bit disturbing nigga
  See them roots are like begging for the rain
  You entering my kingdom just a begging for the reign
  Putting shit stain to paper
  Ink pain feeling like fifty-five licks on a slave niggaz back
  And not a one of y'all stopping to hate
  But why it gotta be like that?
  
  That, dadadat, dadat, dat, dat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dat, dat
  Dadadat, dadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat, dat
  
  [Chorus] x2