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It`s eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets

Get fly crash the limo back seats

Lookin` in the faces

Of some ladies that I never met

On the interview tip, no sweat

They ask me questions

I throw the words back

They say they write facts

I know that`s bull crap

They`re kickin` drama

But then drama`s my middle name

That`s the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings

Dot wanta pick it up

But it`s my J-O-B I gotta kick it up

Another damn reporter

On the line with a word quiz

I gotta show cause I`m livin` with the show

Biz. Out the llimo, to the plane

In the pourin` rain

I hate flyin`

But there`s no time for slow trains

another show to do

I gotta caatch my crew

They left last night

In the bus around two

The plane`s a small one

No fun at all

Bouncin` round the air

Like a tennis ball

When it touches down

I wanna kiss the ground

But it`s time to wreck a new town

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew

They tell me all the speakers blew

The cordless don`t work

Sound man`s a jerk

Somebody`s gonna get hurt

I`m crazy mad

But my fans want autographs

I turn my angry frowns

Into fake laughs

I can`t be rude

Cause they wouldn`t understand

I in`t human no more, I`m a superman



[CHORUS]

You can try

But you`ll never understand this

You can try

But you`ll never understand this

You can try

But you`ll never understand this

The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous



Four hours till show time oh well

I might as well check in the hotel

Get a little rest

Before it`s time to play

Ten brothers standin` in the hallway

All with demo tapes

They need the hook up

They heard that I was

The one to look up

I can`t ditch `em

Cause they already saw me

I`ll put my head down

Maybe they`ll ignore me

No chance "Ice what`s goin` on?"

I listened to twenty-five songs

And after thaat

The brothers still wouldn`t leave

They started lookin` at my T.V.

I was gonna break down

If they didn`t jet soon

Snuck across the hall

And crashed in E`s room

But then this freak came in

Thought I was E

Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse

Pushed her breast against my face

Started girating her waist. Sounds fly,

Like a hype sex thriller?

But see she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me

Home girl hit the floor

This is what it`s like on tour

I hit the hallway it was crawlin` thick

"Could we take this picture real quick?"

Jumped into a pose

That I used a million times before

Took pictures

With the whole damn floor

I couldn`t say no not to my fans

You see they wouldn`t understand



[CHORUS]



Now it`s show time, time to flow time

Evil lost the records

But we still gotta go time

The house is packed

Everybody`s on their feet

So I say, "Throw on Rakim`s beat."

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit

I start bustin` off some new shit

The stage is so smokey

That I almost fall off, I start inhalin` it

I`m tryin` not to cough

I`m catchin` problems from every angle

The mic cords are tangled

I try to flow smooth

But my words are mangled

Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain`t enough

The police are hawkin`

Listenin` real close

To the words I`m talkin`

They wanna put a brother like me

In the back seat

Just because I curse the beat

They wanna tap my phone

Wanna keep my crib bugged

Call all my homes

Felonist street thugs

You might say

I think this lifestyle sucks?

I wouldn`t tade it for a million bucks

Although it`s all

Not glamour and gleam

It`s still my dream



[CHORUS]

It`s eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets

Get fly crash the limo back seats

Lookin` in the faces

Of some ladies that I never met

On the interview tip, no sweat

They ask me questions

I throw the words back

They say they write facts

I know that`s bull crap

They`re kickin` drama

But then drama`s my middle name

That`s the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings

Dot wanta pick it up

But it`s my J-O-B I gotta kick it up

Another damn reporter

On the line with a word quiz

I gotta show cause I`m livin` with the show

Biz. Out the llimo, to the plane

In the pourin` rain

I hate flyin`

But there`s no time for slow trains

another show to do

I gotta caatch my crew

They left last night

In the bus around two

The plane`s a small one

No fun at all

Bouncin` round the air

Like a tennis ball

When it touches down

I wanna kiss the ground

But it`s time to wreck a new town

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew

They tell me all the speakers blew

The cordless don`t work

Sound man`s a jerk

Somebody`s gonna get hurt

I`m crazy mad

But my fans want autographs

I turn my angry frowns

Into fake laughs

I can`t be rude

Cause they wouldn`t understand

I in`t human no more, I`m a superman



[CHORUS]

You can try

But you`ll never understand this

You can try

But you`ll never understand this

You can try

But you`ll never understand this

The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous



Four hours till show time oh well

I might as well check in the hotel

Get a little rest

Before it`s time to play

Ten brothers standin` in the hallway

All with demo tapes

They need the hook up

They heard that I was

The one to look up

I can`t ditch `em

Cause they already saw me

I`ll put my head down

Maybe they`ll ignore me

No chance "Ice what`s goin` on?"

I listened to twenty-five songs

And after thaat

The brothers still wouldn`t leave

They started lookin` at my T.V.

I was gonna break down

If they didn`t jet soon

Snuck across the hall

And crashed in E`s room

But then this freak came in

Thought I was E

Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse

Pushed her breast against my face

Started girating her waist. Sounds fly,

Like a hype sex thriller?

But see she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me

Home girl hit the floor

This is what it`s like on tour

I hit the hallway it was crawlin` thick

"Could we take this picture real quick?"

Jumped into a pose

That I used a million times before

Took pictures

With the whole damn floor

I couldn`t say no not to my fans

You see they wouldn`t understand



[CHORUS]



Now it`s show time, time to flow time

Evil lost the records

But we still gotta go time

The house is packed

Everybody`s on their feet

So I say, "Throw on Rakim`s beat."

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit

I start bustin` off some new shit

The stage is so smokey

That I almost fall off, I start inhalin` it

I`m tryin` not to cough

I`m catchin` problems from every angle

The mic cords are tangled

I try to flow smooth

But my words are mangled

Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain`t enough

The police are hawkin`

Listenin` real close

To the words I`m talkin`

They wanna put a brother like me

In the back seat

Just because I curse the beat

They wanna tap my phone

Wanna keep my crib bugged

Call all my homes

Felonist street thugs

You might say

I think this lifestyle sucks?

I wouldn`t tade it for a million bucks

Although it`s all

Not glamour and gleam

It`s still my dream



[CHORUS]

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