When i grow up - Will Tell

If I could be anything I want, I’d be like me

Like me? Like me. Like me!

(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)

I want to be fresh like Gazelles in the '83 flick

2 plus 6 when I getting new scuffed up kicks

Ill with a blank page and markers, pen, and loose leaf

On a train by myself, Louis Vuitton and Gucci

KRS-One, P.E., Rakim

Kane and Biz, Kool G Rap—you know what time it is

Artists who inspire me knowing I fire-breathe

In a mirror like, «Yeah, you got it, B»

Just be yourself, learn your energy—my mind’s great

Get your lines straight like assembly, divine states

If you rewind my tapes when I’m on ‘em

Wait ‘til I get older and my flow grow stronger

It’s gonna be a great time alone with my performance

Extra enormous, style lead with ghetto endurance

I’mma blow up. Wait ‘til I grow up

And kick a rhyme on TV when you watching and you see my face show up

and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2)

If I could be anything I want, I’d be like me

Like me? Like me. Like me!

(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)

A lot of cats is nice. I’ll still be ill in my afterlife

I practice in lunchrooms to master mics and my appetite

Hallway vocals had me rapping right (Right, right)

Spitting left out the cyphers of death—I was clacking light

Like special effects, I ain’t got a job

I make music work best and I’ve seen hip hop music progress

Interpose, switch path of plot

It’s sad but true I’m serious, so I laugh a lot

I make songs, don’t pay for studios

Every time I perform, I’m trying for the lead movie role

When I see other artists, I respect them like I know they mother

Even if I don’t know they mother

I’ll clap you, write a rhyme on the chalk outline

I’m like, «Damn, I know I killed the verse this time»

Now my music’s a climb. And what comes to mind?

I could get paid for this, get away with it every time

and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2)

If I could be anything I want, I’d be like me

Like me? Like me. Like me!

(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)

I got that Fire Marshall Bill skill—I'm flaming them

Speaking off the top could knock out your exoskeleton

Hitting hard like Mike in the prime of his career

Behind the lines, I could score thirty from here

You want me to spit about alcohol, sex, and jewelry

Vehicles, sell my shit for a nickel and fool me

I move my own product, make my own music too

Getting paid for my CD—business as unusual

Iced out like you forgot the keys to igloos

Shovel raps come hit you in the back with heavy metal and dig you

We got roofs like Philly got cheesesteak

But now I’m professional—I keep my written rhymes in a briefcase

My old English eight hundred years old with a scroll

From Brooklyn Academy when I first enrolled

To make you bounce like a determined toad

From spot to spot. Anxious to locate my Stronghold

When we rock shows, we kill it and let the crowd live

So the story is told and material sold

I get to eat and I get to be me

The rhymes will sell, time will tell of my longevity

and (C-Rayz Walz)] (x2)

If I could be anything I want, I’d be like me

Like me? Like me. Like me!

(So when I grow up, I want to be just like me)

Like me. C-Rayz Walz, SH5, Brooklyn Academy. Will Tell, Where Theirs a Will

Theirs a Way, «Welcome to P World,» kiddies. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Stronghold, The Sun Cycle MC. And one day, y’all might be nice (Like me)