Flashback (feat. Sheilz)

Flashback to ninety-seven
My mama gave birth to a kid who's about to take her outta heaven
Nah I'm playing I was a good kid most of the time
Tryna have a good time let's skip till I turned eleven
My older brother had an mp3
Yeah back in those days, just follow me
He would always listen to it and I was curious as hell
I'd ask him what's he doin and he would never tell, yo
The cat in me pounced on the curiosity
I had to find the sound that is in there immediately
So I waited for the day when he was not at home
Go to his bedroom and make sure that I am alone, yeah
The plan commenced, I'll search in the crib tonight
Avoid getting caught like supes avoiding kryptonite
Eventually I find it so I turn it on
It didn't take long for it to put me in the zone, and I was gone

Growing as a whole, that is my dream
I grab what I see till I'm happy
I'm fly and I fly till I touch the sky
Give the past a goodbye as I go high
Till I touch the sky
As I go high

Act number 2; circa back in middle school
From noon to midnight and from midnight back to noon
Rap was in my view as obvious as obvious can be
All my friends knew it too addictive like caffeine
But I'm talking about me it's just an anecdote
Take it with a grain o' salt don't want you to panic, yo
Focus on this season though, my dad opened me a door
He finally got me a phone fueling my passion some more
So what happened next I began downloading music online
From different sites trust, it was blessed
YouTube for Arabic rap; limewire for the western shit
Like a never ending tap downloading the major hits
And after that bit by bit the motivation took a sip
Your boy writing bars started aiming for the stars
At first it was pretty hard but the passion kept me going
The train to the rap summit was hardly slowing

Growing as a whole, that is my dream
I grab what I see till I'm happy
I'm fly and I fly till I touch the sky
Give the past a goodbye as I go high
Till I touch the sky
As I go high

Ya boy kept spitting and hood was with him
With my boy Suhail in mbz filled'em to the brim
Going for the win tryna record our rap tunes
For two high schoolers it was hard like getting tattoos yeah
We hustled around for a mic and a booth
And one day we got one it was the first of the two
So we start recording our bars and it was wacky as fuck
We start raising our bars and everybody's awestruck
Now the man is in 6ix at a whole 'nother pace
Out here learning tricks lemme give you a taste
Got an itch you cant scratch? it hasn't been a drill
I got the fix in a stache im spitting Benadryl
Lemme bend the deal using true precision
Gotta stop it itching even if it was a superstition
I'll keep it short and simple like my man kevin hart
The guy behind this art is the same aziz here at heart

Growing as a whole, that is my dream
I grab what I see till I'm happy
I'm fly and I fly till I touch the sky
Give the past a goodbye as I go high
Till I touch the sky
As I go high
Growing as a whole, that is my dream
I grab what I see till I'm happy
I'm fly and I fly till I touch the sky
Give the past a goodbye as I go high