Jin 100 Thousand Sold Pt 2 Lyrics

100 Thousand Sold Pt 2 Lyrics

I woke up this morning looked in the mirror

And said it’s either me or

You but it’s time for a change like ?li-all?

?Co-in’? thoughts start flowin when I hear a Def Jam

I pass the torch from my right to my left hand

I’m just a average joe, with far from average flow

Minus the fact that I’m nice, I’m sorta like you

Take my skills subtract it twice, divide that by two

That’s you

And that’s about right, buh

back to my life where the saga continues

Tell these promoters start lookin for some venues

I’m backstage meditatin’, breathin easy

Waitin’ for the moment I’m signaled by Kame-eezy

2 thumbs up, that’s when I know it’s a go

The Emcee rocks every set like it’s his last show

Professionalism, I hold in high regards

Cause to me, this here is more than just a job

This the combination of all that I believe

Hip hop’s the oxygen that I need to breathe

Success is measured by what one achieves

I brush my shoulders off and rolled up my sleeves

See the empire ain’t gonna build itself

Sick of sittin on the shelf

I been on a hiatus

You are listenin to the greatest story ever told

Sequel to 100 Thousand sold

Talk to’em K



[Kamel talkin’]



Let’s assume I made it, plus accumulated a fan base

Could you picture the look on this man’s face?

A moment I can’t wait for, recognize only way I flop is if I stop
affectin lives

I gotta point to get across

Now whether one person get it or a million, the message isn’t lost

Of course, I want plaques that’s certified diamond

But more than that, I just love rhyming

Perfect timin when I flow,

My style’s far from Common, plus I ain’t from Chicago

But bigups to mr. lin

Who motivated me to spit again

And we ain’t never into act

Ready to quit, lost balance

Got my center back,

Be remindin’ me why I even gotten into rap

The boom back when you feel like you in a room trapped

And a only escape was the form of a tape

For every situation, there’s a song to relate

At that moment, I knew that I belong wit the greats

It’s the freestyle specialist slash song writer

Pull up all-nighters just to make the song tighter

Tryin’ to sell 10 million copies you so hopeless

I’m workin on 100k I’m so focused

You know I got mine fo’ sho

So that’s just ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine to go



[Kamel talkin’]