Verse 1

— How long does life really last // we don’t
Have enough time do you - feel me man?
— So many things to accomplish // and we can’t
Reach all out goals in one life and that’s nonsense
— And jobs don’t help they just stop us
From makin our dreams come true, they just lock us//
Up — Too hard to make a living from spittin // so I
Gotta take minimum wage pay as my business
The worst thing, getting money takes knowledge // and
Knowledge these days costs money, see the problem?
Couple that with the fact that it takes two to pay rent
and at the month’s end you’ve got nothing to spend
— Not enough hours in a day // enough
days in a year, enough years to main-//
tain our sanity — work eat and sleep
Over and over, like wash rinse repeat

Chorus

ll that I’m looking for is just one chance // To
Make some people dance, and for chicks to say I’m handsome
Have a crowd clap their hands lyrics // and
Make em all have a good time when they hear it //
We’re — Laying — Shit — Down

Verse 2

We finally on our game, it’s different from the past// cause
it’s all about the dedication, now we’re learnin’ things fast
ready to show the game what we can do// pursue
our goals and show them that we broke through
I remember and reminisce when we first started this// but
we had to get our message out, we’re realist
don’t like what the game is turning into
and yet they don’t understand what they’re putting their fans through
so we decided to take a stand and fight// for
the rap game and bring it back to its spotlight
back then we said that we were runnin’ it// now
we’re killin’ it, these are true words I spit
making the most of our skills as we take these chances
and creating works of art strengthening our advances
once we’re done this one we’ll stand up proud//and
let the world know that we’re Layin’ shit down

Verse 3

Time to get serious, no more procrastination
Tired of bein lazy and I hate these fuckin dayshifts
Gotta get my ass in gear and start somethin // cause If I
Don’t act soon, I’m gonna end up with nothin
I get a feeling over me, call it lethargic
I feel all retarded and I can’t start shit
It’s a mental block I can’t push outta the way // but
Something that helps me with that is the Haze
It conceals the wall in the way of my thoughts
Now I see the images and pick ‘em apart
Come up with an album outline for the demo tape
Rap over the beats and commit it to memory (meh-mo-ray)
Flow on our tracks and push em through the airwaves
Hope to get noticed and develop a cult fanbase
So if we get famous I hope we take it in stride
But if we’re never famous, we can at least say we tried