IntroThey always told me I'd never amount to nothingI remember the day my 6th grade teacher Mrs. GrayAsked me if I was on drugsHold on, hold on, hold onGive me a secondI want to remember this momentCome on1st VerseWhen I hold my mic, MC's remain frozen‘Cause they know I'll cut them down without emotionWhere I'm from you don't choose the streets, you are the chosenAnd you rhyme without a deal, marketing and slogansGrind the streets, stay alive on whatever you find to eatWhether good or not spit whenever you find a beatGet my paper up, cognac in pimp cup next time we meet‘Cause I plan to dominate through these lines I speakCan't let my mind get weak so I make cyphers pop offBy popping a pill of Viagra and rap until my d!ck softKeep my rhymes coming again, until my d!ck softDown by 5, 2 seconds left and I caught the kickoffWatch for shots I lick off, I'm in your face never shyMost of my friends are locked up or dead can't say I never cryPour out a little liquor, raise my glass to the skySo the only priest seen when I die better be SuperflyChorusFailure ain't an option, been at it for too longFrom the sunset to the rising of the new dawnMy mic's too strong, too much sweat in each songJust to leave yall a memory when I'm goneFailure ain't an option, been at it for too longFrom the sunset to the rising of the dawnMy mic's too strong, too much sweat in each songJust to leave yall a legacy when I'm gone2nd VerseI got this dream, rap star, nice car, all the chicksBut then I wake up and life's a b!tchI make more from what I flip than what I spitRecorded that, triple this, so I can get it mixedTo get it mastered, I got to move it much fasterI'm trying to shake the game not get caught up in the raptureBecome a memory to family from what a camera capturedDead on the block gun shot, the dream is shatteredLike I never mattered, punch line of a jokeAin't an MC better than the worst line I wroteBattle at the Temple of Hip Hop so KRS can vote‘Cause I keep on spitting on in the octagon being chokedHold it like the Olympic torch, my mic will roast‘Cause I feed off any beat like parasite to hostLyrically go for the throat, kill it ‘til it turn ghostThen maybe you hear the fat lady hit her notesChorusFailure ain't an option, been at it for too longFrom the sunset to the rising of the new dawnMy mic's too strong, too much sweat in each songJust to leave yall a memory when I'm goneFailure ain't an option, been at it for too longFrom the sunset to the rising of the dawnMy mic's too strong, too much sweat in each songJust to leave yall a legacy when I'm gone
