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addicted - bukshot lyrics

[verse 1: bukshot]
i remember when it wasn’t cool to be a rapper (rapper)
if you told ’em that you rap, nothing but some laughter (but some laughter)
just another little kid sitting back wishing (sitting back wishing)
full of ambition and a fan of rhymes spitting (rhymes spitting)
walkman in my pocket with my eazy*e tape (eazy*e tape)
mom and dad hated rap, they couldn’t relate
back in high school me and my homie nate (and my homie nate)
start writing rhymes during class every day
the sh*t was wack back then but we was having fun (having fun)
skipping class, writing songs, packing guns (packing guns)
whoever thought out of louisville i’d be the one (be the onе)
after dropping welcome to thе ville i’d start my run (start my run)
never thought for a second that i’d make it far (far)
thought the road that i was traveling was pretty hard
choices that i had to make were pulling me apart
the hand was dealt to me guess i had to play the cards

[chorus: stevie stone]
i’m addicted to this game (to this game)
what it brings (with what it brings)
struggle and laughter and pain, aw yeah
i’ve been talked about but yet still remain (i still remain)
i was young, had a vision, had a dream
i’m addicted to this game (game)
if i can breathe then i got it (breathe then i got it)
anything it is possible (anything it is possible)
through the trials and the dumb storming rain (all the rain)
having learned it to balance out and contain
i’m addicted to this game
[verse 2: bukshot]
what you people didn’t understand back then
there wasn’t no bubba sparxxx or no eminem
there wasn’t jelly roll, rittz, or haystak
there wasn’t hardly any white rappers way back
so the odds were against me from the f*cking jump (from the f*cking jump)
never backed down, never been a f*cking punk (f*cking punk)
fought through it, broke the odds, made my name
in the underground, a major factor in the game
on the streets of kentucky i’m a legend man
ask anybody they know who the h*ll i am
but what i just don’t get, what i’ll never understand (understand)
is the lack of respect these other artists have (artists have)
i don’t mean the vets dawg it’s these young bucks (young bucks)
some of these up*and*comers just don’t give a f*ck
they don’t care about the music, they just want some fame
they don’t respect the game, how can the respect my name?

[verse 3: bukshot]
i can dig it if they just don’t like the way i flow or if they think that i’m not lyrical enough to blow (enough to blow)
never did this for the recognition or the glory
do it for the love of music, how can you ignore me?
tell me how can any rapper i see on the street act like they don’t know me every time our eyes meet (our eyes meet)
sometimes they see me at a show and won’t acknowledge me
when honestly i’d be more happy if they challenged me (challenged me)
just like every human being i just want respect
this ain’t coming from a rookie homie, i’m a vet
surviving independent still remain a threat
all this time i done did, i’m not finished yet (i’m not finished yet)
and i’ve done said that i won’t leave until i’m good and ready
got so much left to write, my pen and pad is heavy
watch me tell it like a preacher from the pulpit (pulpit)
somebody please get me a shovel for this bullsh*t

- bukshot lyrics

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