Survivor Series

Ladies and gentlemen
Certainly a man who needs no introduction
Anywhere
Of course, in the greater New York Area
And certainly around the country watching at this point in time
Going out to the hardcore Hip-Hop
Life is a bout that’s scheduled for one fall
But what’s it about, really that’s anyone’s call
My best guess is pressure and stress
Neglect and excess
Manage regrets on your way to success
Being obsessed with being the best
Smoke and mirrors and chess
Snakes and ladders, when it matters
Gotta come with your best
Gave my all from my sweat to my breath
No surprise when I checked in the tank, ain’t nothing left
I’ve outlived and outlasted
Outbid and out-blasted
I conquered every challenge and fear, from near to farthest
But every time a new one appears, I’m back to startin
Tired from a life on the grind
And over time
My smile became a sneer
My gaze became a glare, a thousand yard-hard
As a rip became a tear
A step became a stair
A tic became a year
The kick became a snare…
And the beat goes on
HOOK (scratching):
Going out to the hardcore Hip-Hop
Buck buck buck buck booyaka shot
Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace to all my real DJs out there
Cuz I don’t send my music to no garbage Djs
All the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
(REPEAT HOOK)
And Still
Might never reveal how I deal
Some ruins you can never rebuild
Scars’ll never be healed
Out in the fields
Where it’s kill or be killed
Chasin mils
Mountain of bills
Huntin for every meal
‘87 Krs-One going against the Juice crew (Juice crew)
Many can’t handle what I’m used to
Fight ‘em ten out a time and handle it like Bruce do
In this here game of death, I wear the yellow jumpsuit
I rock the Mohawk and the chains
My prediction is pain
Life is headed in directions I can barely contain
Contents under pressure
Stress’ll make you insane
But can make you a king
Cuz I’m seeing
Visions coming to life
All or nothing, blood is rushing
I go jogging at night
Always ready to fight
Come a time to separate the heavyweights from the light
Matter fact we can do it tonight, let’s do it right
At the Pontiac Silver Dome, closed circuit television
Millions still at home, and 90 thousand in the building
Back against the canvas
Thought they had me for the pin
But I fight until the end
When I get my second wind, I win
(REPEAT HOOK)
I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now
The kind of king who didn’t care for a crown
Only thing I really cared about was putting it down
Wasn’t about making ‘em bow and taking a bow
If you see me on the corner in the city, looking far from a rap star
Luxury cars, splittin cigars
On my way to class, hopping a cab, catchin a ride
Or returning from some 9 to 5 don’t be surprised because
Every black kid lives 2 and 3 lives
The city’s a jungle only the strong will survive
The city’s a jungle only the strong will survive
The city’s a jungle only the strong will survive (x2)
OUTRO / FADE-OUT