专辑简介

White with a yellow pad/ Write with a yellow pad/ And a bic/ Don't feel bad when the burberry plaid/ Mops up the flo' with your weak a** flow/ I escaped through the underground in case you didn't know/ Climbed up through a hole/ Found a beat with some soul/ Dropped a rhyme and told these ****s, Let me take control/ And took the mic and showed them how to light it/ Keepin' heads excited/ Hopin' for what they might get/ But never blended in/ With my yellow pad and bic pen/ And white skin/ Got no kin/ And no love from no men/ And no friends/ Got no place to go/ No place to call home/ On the road with some ho that I barely even know/ Or even under a tree/ In a park by a stream/ Practicin' and spittin' rhymes for everyone that I see.