STILL Hungry

from by Joe Amato III



STILL Hungry:

Verse 1:

It's been a great life/
and I had a ball/ had it all/ used to tape the music using analog/
everything you've heard ain't even half of the catalog/
every single word will have you shocked, like a cattle prod/
Not even battle rappers rap as hard/ mastered mathematics/ now I'm dishing out the wrath of GOD/
I get the credit like a Visa or a MasterCard/ known to seize the moment/ like the D's/ seize cash and cars/
Appearing legal like I passed the Bar/
Fear no evil/ sleeves cover up my battle scars/
Rhymes infinite/ never running outta bars/ every lines intimate/ colorful like shattered stars/
I've already proven I'm smart/ what I do is misconstrued/ it isn't music, it's art/
...From the start...

Verse 2:

I got a fatherly flow/ from the old school/ these dudes don't bother to know/
My words known to cause tension/ like the arch in a bow/ and so I'm always on point when I perform at a show/
I wrote joints in my youth, that are stronger than most/
new songs that I'm hearing don't appear to be close/
So as long, as I'm here/ raise your beer for a toast/
and let's drink to the spirits/ with no fear for the ghost/
Keep my hand on the lever/ for whoever's opposed/
Get the better of the rhetoric however it goes/
... I even told, 5 percenter's bout the history of Sicily/
they listened, now they look at things a little bit differently...

Sit with me and you will see too/ I only speak truth/ and seek proof/ if it was sugar, I'd have a sweet tooth/
I'm a street dude/ I follow street rules/ born to be leader/ never following these weak fools/
I'm a teacher/ but I'm not the type that teach at school/
put together speeches and hope that my message reaches you/
I am militant/ yet I'm peaceful too/ still intent on carrying tradition through to brief the youth/
Every time I breathe in the booth/
I seem to lose my inhibitions/ like I'm drinking for 2/
Two hundred proof/ grain liquor/ makes my brain think quicker/
Use ink to paint pictures when I do what I do/
You want the truth?/
you couldn't even move in my shoes/ let alone walk in em/ you'd be beaten and bruised/
before you turn the first corner/ you could see that you'd lose/
Give me back my Air Jordan's you ain't built for this dude/
My crews hungry/ please believe you could be killed for your food/
I filled a million blank pages and I'm still in the mood...
Try to match wits with me/
you'll see what ensues/ it's no secret when I speak so there's no need for no clues.


from Third, released November 17, 2014
Produced by Kenny Truhn

All lyrics written and performed by Joe Amato III



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My name is Joe Amato III.

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