Artist: Elzhi Album: Elmatic Song: It Ain't Hard to Tell Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] Yeah! It's Elmatic! Yo! [Verse One] Yo let me start you from the genesis far from where the finish is No role models just empty bottles of Guiness's Roaches in the ashtray, tossin gettin fast cash The, ski mask way from those who never passed class Born the side of poverty, probably they stacked granite Crackheads never looked alive to me Robberies and liquor stores tricks and whores Reality but sick as yours so I blow trees stronger than sycamores Now wait, let me get back to my past, as I rewind mine Before I got on the 1-9-9-9 Mother gave birth, to this divine mind Born with his arm, leg, leg, arm, head like a Quran line No paternity but as I'm thirty three I learned to be, strong Pops moved along but he never returned to me Thought I feel anger from what eternity I bottled my feelings inside Where, pride is never swallowed followed my killers they ride Pride off of Indo, bussin up cartridges to your window Different from the one from my Nintendo That lined should have been my intro, 'cause when I started rappin Lookin up the younger with they art of trappin Start cappin, fly wheels, thick chicks in high heels tellin me my skills is sick I was only eight, slowly fate took it's turn, my world cripples urns Money and drugs sell, It Ain't Hard To Tell [Verse Two] Check I went to Peck Elementary less than Jacodi To graduate I had to take a semester with homies Too busy writin none of my time went into my assignments Dot of line as my rhyme gets maneuvers like the hymlick Used to ditch class with pitch as Picture me alot shorter my vocals pitch sounds like it switched fast Young and rebellious hangin with failures who held us The elders they see me saggin that's where my belts is That's 'round the same time my mother was ill Collect the mental scares waitin for the others to heal No insorted vision everyone's beyond blind Can't think about findin the meanin of life when tryin to define mine I won't pretend it's cool, what's wet behind the ears So I had to jump in this pool graduate and finish school Niggas was mad that I owned a diploma They was just sleepin they should have slept 'til they dome's in a coma I'm a beg shorty, who ran through the land of Berry Gordy Where the buddha man may blew a grand, the K40 That ain't rich at all but hell I wasn't born, with a silver spoon Just a wooden one I put on my kitchen wall Now I rock shows from Cali Grove down to Wichita Feelin like I grew ten feet a couple inches tall Just thinkin back, we was to doubt about my feud sunny Now it seems too funny 'cause even new money is counted out Nobody believe, only ones was J Barrber, JB Groove Money investments everyday recoup You thought I failed... It Ain't Hard To Tell