Young - Upstate

Verse 1 Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young But so you think that it's your destiny To get the best of me, but I suggest to be Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know... how I kick it just like this... Verse 2 I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident Yes, cuz I'm that type of man Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under I make no errors, mistakes or blunders It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts Smooth operator, female persuader Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her I got the kind of style for the here and the now And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know... how Bust it! Verse 3 MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin' I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin' I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect I start to build like a builder from a architect Movin' all around, above and under the ground You see my face, and then you hear my sound Comin' atcha with the mic in hand I'm gonna take command just the way I planned Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan Don't you understand? I'm like Superman Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal? You better be for real, I got sex appeal This is what I feel, and this here's my vow And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how... and I'm chillin', never illin' In my mouth I got two fillin's... whatever! I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it...

Oh my God, you won't believe what came in the mail No Yeah Who sent it? You know Oh I don't even have to say it Don't say it Yeah She's going to be so surprised She's going to freak out (oh no) Oh I wonder what it says Wait wait wait wait wait, he said what No Oh- no, no, no, no, no He wrote it down You know, it's just- You got a letter When did it come When did it come I got your postcard from St. Louis It was nice of you to send I love the way you signed it Dear old friend Hope you're thinking of me fondly When you make it to L.A. Remember how we joked about us Living there someday (he's the worst) Don't you go and Write me a letter from Marietta, Georgia where you don't sleep alone I made peace with your travels, my composure unravels Staring at that postal code I'm here and you're gone And I believe that's for the better And I pretend to be your pawn With each sweet halfhearted gesture But I don't need to know the weather Down in Marietta Dear, I don't need to know the weather Down in Marietta I expect a call from Eugene With a case about the clouds And an echo 'cross the country When you shout my name out loud And my, my, I'm gonna tell you right I'll be waitin' on a snowy car That mountain air, it can't keep you long when You've got my sincerest regards Don't you go and Write me a letter from Marietta, Georgia where you don't sleep alone I made peace with your travels, my composure unravels Staring at that postal code I'm here and you're gone And I believe that's for the better And I pretend to be your pawn With each sweet halfhearted gesture But I don't need to know the weather Down in Marietta Dear, I don't need to know the weather Down in Mar- down in Marietta Now I'm thinkin' you don't like me And that's fine, I'm happy here (I'm so happy here) I prefer New England seasons And my vision's getting clear Forget me and my troubles Don't pretend you miss this face This is the last time I'll be writing Please don't talk about that place Don't you go and Write me a letter from Marietta, Georgia where you don't sleep alone I made peace with your travels, my composure unravels Staring at that postal code I'm here and you're gone And I believe that's for the better And I pretend to be your pawn With each sweet emptyhearted gesture But I don't care to know the weather Down in Marietta Dear, I don't care to know the weather Down in Mar- down in Marietta Oh yeah

Sarah moved down to Harlan county Found no work and found no bounty Took her share to feed her kin And kept em clear of medicine What rotten shape they keep us in When mama couldn't live alone Sarah brought her family home With Emma's baby due in June Four generations, two bedrooms And not one goddamn thing to do Can't this world get its use outta me I'm just like a daisy underneath a canopy With sunlight always out of reach The years had slowed the foundry down So Sarah tended bar in town It was such a fight to pry the doors Gettin' women workin' on the floors No they don't make nothin' anymore Can't this world get its use outta me I'm just like a daisy underneath a canopy With sunlight always out of reach There's not a dream left in my head Except to give more than I take But these walls are painted lead And my spirit's shaken Oh, shaken Mama passed in '93 Tommy got his GED Emma left and married young A man content to raise her son But Sarah had nowhere to run So with nothing left to make her stay Sarah thought she'd move away But as she combed through locks of greying hair The mirror seemed to catch her stare No there's no sense going anywhere Can't this world get its use outta me I'm just like a daisy underneath a canopy With sunlight always out of reach She wondered Can't this world get its use outta me I'm just a like baby left to swing under a tree The sunlight never gets to me