Eye of the Tiger

"Eye of the tiger
Thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rivals
Last Known Survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
and he's watching us all
with the eye of the tiger"

I've got the Eye of the tiger
I love the thrill of the fight
I rise up to the challenge of my rivals
I'm not the last known survivor
and I won't stay up all night
unless i have to
but I'll watch you until
you fall, weak in the knees

cause
I've got the eye of the tiger
they could call me Rocky now
just not ASAP and definitely
not like the pebbles,
but more like a rolling rock in the wind
i don't quit till i win

eye of the tiger
i love the thrill of the fight
and i might not stop until you are out of of my sight

face to face, out in the heat
hanging tough, staying hungry
they stack the odds till we take to the street
for we will
with the skill to survive

may the odds be ever in your favor

i don't always float like a butterfly
i don't always sting like a bee

but i know the shit in the world that i've been through
cause
I see

face to face, rarely does a man come face to face with me
i look them in the eyes and they quickly look away
they don't want to take their chances.

crazy eyes
crazy legs
rolling eyes, disguise, realize

but when they do
i don't fight with fists like i used to
i fight with words like an emcee, an artist, a poet

a painter
a blank canvas everyday

they tried to shut me down
shut me up

but i can't quit
stay up all night
listening to the same beat
patiently waiting for a track to explode on
cause i can't quit
until my shit is legit
got all these people around me acting as if

as if what?

and you think i care if you are
rising up
back on the street
I did my time, I took my chances
I went the distance and I'm back on my feet
but I'm just a man with his will to survive

cause im a survivor
child of destiny

as long as i know how to love
i know i'll stay alive
gloria gaynor

used to the run the rocky steps,
it was a daily routine since 18, chubby white boy on the scene

So many times, it happens,
too fast
but you trade your passion for glory
don't lose grip on the dreams of the past
you must fight just to keep them alive

cause I've got the eye of the tiger
i love the thrill of the fight
sometimes for the principles
sometimes to prove my might
i used to fight to prove i was right
sometimes for the money
sometimes for the pride
but mostly just to put my dukes up and fight
but im not a blue devil
im a quaker

now i fight to stay alive
now i fight to keep my life
some say survival of the fittest
but really its the survival of the wittiest
survival of the renaissance man
blood sweat and tears
you did not create me,
how could you doubt me?
xzibits never gonna say my name
but pride is the sign of a foolish man

it's a pity how people can judge you a in city
judge you in a jiffy
quick as a minute
lickety split, before they lick their lips
im outta here like kenny the jet smith
jason terry, the way i jet when i gotta
cause its fight or flight
and im willing to do both

been sucker punched so many times
my jaw hurts
so i wear sunglasses cause at least they'll hurt their hand more
while people are running their mouths
they don't know that fifty would break their face
cause all these people are living in glass houses
and still throwing stones

filled with the innocuous, but here in America it's in God we trust
but some days it feels like this city is
filled with the shitty
and they see you in the middle of little Italy
with two girls by your side
and some guy speaks some language that they don't think you understand

big pun said, "dead in the middle of little Italy little dide we know that we riddle some middlemen who didn't do diddly"

but ive been in the middle of Roma, i can't call it my home-a, but i've read homer and i love watching the simposons, doh

and i know on the ides of march julius caesar was stabbed in the back
et tu brute?

some people think they can do it with brute force

for some people it's a decision
some people will listen to this and think im trying to incite violence
some people will listen to this and think im trying to incite silence
but nobody is really listening
they just identify, deny and move on

i just want people to live, to be,
i just want people to be free to live however they wanna be

i might not understand the words that you say
i might understand the words that are coming out of my mouth

but i know how you said it
but i don't know how I said it
i don't know how you are going to misinterpret, misconstrue, misconceive every notion
like a potion
and all we do is substitute
and pick out magic potion, our poison that gives us some fix
our substituion of poisions that when we put it in the mix
whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger
but why is it that evertyhing that kills me makes me feel alive?
maybe its the adrenaline rush
as i live my life i can think that i crush it
or i can by a crusher and crush it
but take your time don't rush it
it's the foreplay, the expectations, the inciting invitation

and you're lucky there are ladies in my company
because you'll regret what you said
no not the end of your life
maybe not in this lifetime
and maybe not in the next

but i love it when people push their baby carriages into the middle of the street
did they ever think that maybe if they were walking on that street
the car could easily run over their feet
but nah we're busy looking down
looking around, looking up looking left looking right, but we're never really seeing

we're never really seeeing all we can
be all that you can be
in the army
there's no i in army but there is a me
and we all do what we can to get by
we all do what we can to be

to be or not to be
there's no question, macbeth
there's no self-harm, but there is self pity
and it's shitty how pitiful we can make it be
when we dig ourselves in a hole and we refuse to stop digging

it's like we're digging our own ditch
with a hitch, not a match maker
it's a sinch, if you clear your mind
you can clear your conscience
and it's a science how some people can con you
but it's a science how some people can trust you
and it's applied mathematics how emphatic i am
on each syllable, on each syllabus of knowledge that i possess

i don't spit for the fame
i don't spit for the forture
i don't spit because i went to college
i spit because i feel like spitting
i feel like sptting some little iota of knowledge
cause maybe one person can relate
and they can say shit
maybe this person undertands
and i hope i do
but i can't walk a mile in your shoes
im stuck in these mocassins
these rockasins, these raisins in the sun

sitting here all spring
festering like an open wound?

what happens to a dream deferred?
i always ask langston hughes
and he's always got the same answer
it either impolode or it can explode

i'm not gonna put you to sleep
you're busy rolling in the deep
but for today

i'm just gonna sing you a lullaby
line by line
sign by sign
everyday of your life
rhyme by rhyme

you'll be remembering something
maybe something more than the dreams of our fathers

probably not the words that i said
cause sometimes i have the tendency
to spit it too fast
so i slow it down for you
so you can understand the words coming out of my mouth

right now i'm a fountain of youth
but one day this'll all be gone
looks fade
years pass

but i won't stop rising to the challenge of my rival
i'll have a  cane and i'll still be ranting and raving
speaking softer than now but carrying a bigger stick like Roosevelt
from the FDR drive to Rodeo drive
from the great wall of china to the old Berlin wall
I wanna see the world
I wanna see it all

rambling about Einstein, and this paradigm
shordinger's cat,
more like dr. seuss's cat in a hat

and thought experiment that can change your life
Wittgenstein and his wittiness and his willingness not to give a shit
about all the metaphysical bull shit
his willingness to try to explain the power of words by showing they were meaningless

if i know one thing, i know nothing
said Socrates

but i'm busy just staring at a cave
call me a circle, a square or a triangle
you can mold me into infinite
i'm like play do
but no not Plato
im just a Platonic form

im sick of all you ass kissers
wishing you could kiss someones ass
when you know what they really want you to do

im sick of all the brown nosers
but i remember when someone explained to me
what that meant
man his ego was soo large
i don't know how it fit in the room
his head was so big it was like a damn balloon
it was funny when i saw it pop 10 years later
the shit eating smirk on his face evaporated like water on a hot rock
or a drop of water on a sizzling car engine.

and he asked me a silly question
he asked a 12 year old a question
and he called us names
names that you should of lost tenure for
you piece of royal shit
it's legit
that i won't stop spitting
until i quit
and i got a long way before i retire
and nobody can fire me from this job

i can put you in fits
with the way that i can assassinate the alphabet

people come up to me and tell me they're a lyrical assassin
while they are busy passing
passing me the mic
passing me the beat
passing me the l
to hell with that

passing up on the words that they are thinking but unable to say

but im a renegade, never been afraid to say whats on my mind at any given time a day, but ill never be jay and ill never be eminem, ill never be easy e, ill never be andre from outkast, but i dont wanna be

i just wanna be
but i got restraint,
cause sometimes you gotta pick your spots,
pick your shots, sitting their waiting in silence
biggie says dont you know bad boys act in silence and violence

but im more like a monk
but i talk too much
but i try to
act in silence in peace
thats all i really want
but i just got so much on my mind

if you are a lyrical assassin, then when it's your turn you're not passing
ive busy giving up food, im fasting
so when i wanna speak
i speak with purpose
a reason
i found a reason for me
to change who i used to be
but im not hoobastank

because when i start stuttering
that's when i really get muttering
pass the ketchup and mustard
cause i could start making this fancy
just put on a different beat
make it a trance beat, dub step, one step, two step
mamba number 5, tango
i'll dance to whatever
but everybody knows it takes two to tango

or ask the DJ to throw on
on an old song, so when the dj throws it on
and we can leave here tonight
and wake up
and i hope hopefully she's got some teeth
obie
obie trice
obie won canobi
the force is strong with this one

to be or not to be

i'm a gamling man, im a rambling man
spit these words straight off my head
feed my ego
through my fingers onto a computer screen
but i really just want to scream

but this is an outlet for me to get rid of
the demons inside

the eye of the tiger
the lion that fights inside of me
the spirit within
the feeling i get when you don't stop fighting even after you win

but Eminem says theres a certain feeling you get when you're real and you spit and people are feeling your shit
but that feeling won't arise for me
because i can't quit, my mind still rolls on
like a rolling thunder chasing the wind / live

like i've got some kind of eye of the tiger
i love the thrill of the fight
i rise up to the challenge of my rivals

and i'm not the last known survivor
because i can't find a tone
a consistent flow
and nobody is every going to throw a white boy a bone
cause i tell stories, i spit shit, i spit nonsensical nonsense
irrational thoughts that are so irrational

and i wont stalk you at night
but big brother is always watching you
he's watching us all, 1984

with the eye of the tiger

it's the thrill of the fight
and then then the mix up man throw on the next

next song
"Stop the Violence" by Boogie Down Productions.