HIP HOP
SAM. Lyrics

Suckas came to spit and claim they the rulers of Hip Hop
Many rappers claim to be the kings of Hip Hop, but I know they're just spitting game.

I just came to do my thang Lord knows of love to rock
I'm just here to do what I love, which is rock the mic and spit fire.

Countless pop rappers reppin the streets They hardly step in the streets Don't be steppin to me Less you preppin for heat boy I'm blessing the beat boy Fully auto-spit on the speech boy Might be white but na I ain't no Beach Boy Far as I'm concerned nothing out of reach boy Me on the mic with hot beats and I de-stroy Rolling through downtown Oakland grab some gear Beastmode Hot lead out the mouth till I'm out reload I see self proclaimed kings fearing unemployment Need to know I got them hot loaded ready for deployment TNT stacked bars wired on a fuse Obsessed artist on a mission can't tell him that he'll loose Many choices in life you know I had to choose Honest with myself figured out what I had to do
There are numerous rappers who claim to represent the streets, but who aren't actually living there. Don't come at me unless you're prepared to really bring it. I have complete command of the mic and can spit fire like nobody's business. I might be white, but I'm not some lightweight Beach Boy. To me, nothing is impossible. When I'm rhyming over hot beats, I destroy everything in sight. I'm always ready for deployment, and my bars are stacked like TNT, ready to explode. I'm obsessed with my craft, and I know what I had to do to get where I am today.

Dear haters I ain't mad at you I'll stay true to myself do what you gotta do If you take a shot Expect someone take a shot at you
To all my haters: I'm not mad at you. I refuse to sell out and will always stay true to myself. But if you come at me, know that I won't hesitate to fire back.

Thinking mission goals is it really for the crown? Or for people round the world to really love my sound Now I could follow trends to duplicate a sound So I did some soul searching and this is what I found I made my decision there is no competition Just me and a mic and all my self expression Walking on my feet or cruisin' in my car Rhymes enter my mind and this is what they are Therapeutic ways to remove most my scars I truly ain't too worried bout topping the charts I Stay true to myself keep rapping from my heart They say they sounding different but I'm saying hardly Sam C come up to brake up this Sound Alike party Rocking new game theory and I'm old school like Atari I ain't worried about the next rapper saying he'll out bar me I'm still ready to battle any MC that really wanna spar me
Am I really striving for the crown, or do I just want people all around the world to love my music? I could follow the crowd and make music that sounds like everyone else, but instead I've decided to stay true to myself and express my own unique style. Whether I'm on foot or in my car, rhymes are always running through my mind, helping me to deal with my own struggles. I'm not worried about topping the charts, I just want to create music that comes from my heart. I'm not like these other rappers who all sound the same. I'm breaking up the Sound Alike party with my old-school Atari style. I'm not afraid of any other rapper who thinks they can out-bar me. I'm always ready for a rap battle.

Rap with the readiness sewn in my skill set Sometimes I'm too real get some people upset Who you know burn a bridge before it gets built Big MC could've helped me He wanted smoke he got killt You know I ain't got time to cry over spilt milk Watch me still the cash cow now the bed sheets are silk I just wanna rock with the crowd we getting higher than any pill So many on the scene wanna be the king high up on the hill Show boating acting invisible they just might end up killed Now I don't wanna be the king but I I'll fuck with mass appeal Rocking with the world expose my soul give em music they can feel I'd love to hit it big And know that I always kept it real Connection with the crowd When they can feel how I feel Collections of sounds blend with words powerful enough to kill Line them up let them out better demonstrate some skills Countless hours working on my craft hammer Out the steal
Every time I rap, I come ready and prepared. I know I can be a little too real for some people, but I refuse to burn bridges before they've even been built. Big MC could have helped me, but he decided to come at me and got destroyed. But I'm not going to waste time crying over it. I'm going to keep grinding until I'm on top, and then I'll be living the life of luxury. I just want to make music that brings people together and makes them feel alive. So many rappers are out there trying to claim the throne, but they're just showboating and won't last for long. I don't aspire to be the king, but I do want to connect with as many fans as possible. I want my music to hit big and to know that I always stayed true to myself. It's all about the connection with the crowd and giving them something to feel. My rhymes are so powerful that they could kill, and I'm always working hard to demonstrate my skills and perfect my craft.