9. One Thousand Rap Fans
[Verse 1]
One thousand rap fans, imagine from the band stands
Motivated by the drive inside he had never had grams
He Never had friends, but he never had damns
In-between Others had their dreams, while he had plans
Studied words between tests and the retakes
Feats great, turned to hip hop, poetry and the beat tapes
Bars, focused on the lyrics that made the raps sick
He Bought a cheap microphone for a song to make his class flip
And that's it, fantastic, but that trap's slick,
It's a long way to the top, he's about to learn the facts quick
Invited to a battle it was be supposed to a fast trip
But then the punchlines came in swinging like a backflip
Uppercut, they were amazed "What a buttercup
Lightweight, might wait before he's dazed like bust a nut
Bust a nut, Bust a move but never trust a slut
Touch up, kid, better luck better train up before you touch the cup."
[Hook]
One thousand rap fans, one thousand doors/
Mountains of the rap fans, I need a thousand more
One thousand rap fans, one in the crowd
One in a million? Only if one isn't proud
<Reverse Repeat>
[Verse 2]
Flash, it's life after class
He's Got some kids and an ex wife life tends to bite you in the ass
Crash, it was bright and then it was right in the trash
He was Sick of being spiteful and defined by his past
Rash, so he grabbed the mic from the basket
He Laughs at the sight it was like life from the casket
Right at is it happened, light, smacked with a passion
Fashion of a champion lightning snapped into action
Pounce, blow the oh's like where'd the hoot go?
Timing like a flute mind climbing like a root grow
Ounces, smoke a pound until its Pluto
Bouncing, got the neighbours pounding on the roof though
Chase, shake the place the with the bass drum
Punchlines on the frontlines will make your face dumb
Fakes, the realest you better bet that it takes one
Some are gonna climb and the others crumble like a cake crumb
[Hook]
One thousand rap fans, one thousand doors/
Mountains of the rap fans, I need a thousand more
One thousand rap fans, one in the crowd
One in a million? Only if one isn't proud
<Reverse Repeat>
[Verse 3]
Rain falling, we're sitting by the black van
Is Tour life glamorous? Not a chance, damn
Got a Flat tire seperated by a cracked band
We're Jacking up the back as we're looking across the flatland
Any help? It appears we're in a last stand
Stranded, more independent than a band camp
No money, funny how we're dependent on the stats man
Only time artists large is when they departing for the trash can
Greed, and what it seems to fuel the industry
Bleed, Even when you lace the beats with perfect symmetry
Indeed, I'm making people nervous when the words get into me
I'm perkin on on the perch but so many serpents work it vividly
The seed, planted in the reaches
They Call me Johnny Apple from the planet with the beaches
Just Sick of watching rap as its standard decreases
Yeesh, About to take a match and blast it to pieces
[Hook]
One thousand rap fans, one thousand doors/
Mountains of the rap fans, I need a thousand more
One thousand rap fans, one in the crowd
One in a million? Only if one isn't proud