Somebody did me wrong so many times
I had to write about it night after night
It made me hungry
I bought a jumbo jack with cheese on a good run
The only girl I had underneath was in my deep slumbers
I had fun when I was younger, I used to freestyle
And get records from the flea market and hop turnstiles
With P.S.C. in London
I never put my face on dirty pillows
I was invisible before I was simple
I thought the temple of hip-hop was gonna be fresh
And behold, a pale horse was true
I lived in the West, and I still do
But not in the warehouse, we flared out
I killed two birds with one stone when I picked up the microphone
A life job and a life love
I fight evil, symbolize good like a white dove
My name don't fit me, kinda like a tight glove
This game so sticky, I might scrub
But I'll get back up and fight cause I'm still Corey from the town
I used to have a little, now I got less of a frown
More bills though, when your skills grow
I need a force field bro, and a sore sport shield
So, I can keep my own head straight
That's why I'm into the music
Pretending cause there's so much red tape
When it comes to other people cause they all want money
Or fame, or money, or fame, that's funny
So do I, why now they'll ask stupid questions
Men want that * to add women to their collection
Women want that * so they don't need men
Really I don't need none of it, I'm a master of pretend
I don't need any of that *, I don't need any of that *