The Specktators - Static Lyrics
[Verse 1]LookBack at the crib on Grand River across from Allen StreetParking lot was always poppin'Threw it up like every weekYeah, that was the blue crib where I started making musicHad the room under the stairsI was rappin' in my computerStudying game, mastering flowsRecord that shit and show it to my boysNever to chos, it wasn't readyI wasn't sure if people would hear it and still accept meI got songs that ain't nobody hear and still except meUnacceptable, it was decision timeI decided ain't nobody ill as me and kickin' rhymesMind made upSpittin' like I made commissionBlind to the bullshitGrinding with tunnel visionAnd I'm[Hook]At it again, at it againAt it again, I'm at it againAt it again, at it againAt it again, back at it againAt it again, at it againAt it again, I'm at it againAt it again, at it againTurn that talkin' to static again[Verse 2]Uh, at the condo off Lake Lansing and BarclayHad the studio, second floor, end of the hallwayWhere Moe would sleepBoth of us struggling, both of us juggling class and workTo make the music last, we put it firstDon't nobody know the time spentBe we weren't bout to look back at this music shit and wonder where the time wentLate nights plottin' a takeoverA couple of new faces, the game need a makeoverWe got it Jay!One year and three mixtapes later, we set it offThat was just the icing on the cakeThey think I said it all?No sir, I needed rap more than everPut the rest on the back burnerI wanted this shit foreverAin't nothin' changed[Hook][Verse 3]Now it's apartment 11 off of RedondoThe scenery changed but we still workin' like we at the condoIt's just, the stakes are higherSo money is on the tableAnd it's harder tryna marketBe the artist and the label, butI swear I love it thoughI'm never satisfiedI only sleep to dream again and bring the dream aliveI'm writing suicide, puttin' my heart in this shitAnd killin' it, the same as when I started this shitIt's all in my soul nowI took it where it's warmer 'cuz I'm cold nowI'm tryna get the headlinesI'm sick of the scroll downStickin' to the essenceYou can resent itBut ain't nobody progressin' like thisAnd still keep it authenticBoy I'm[Hook]
