Lone... lone

Lone... lone
 Walking through this world alone
 Walking through this world alone
 Soul Position
 Walking through this world alone
 Blueprint, RJD2

 [Hook]
 Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
 This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play
 Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
 This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play

 Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control!

 [Blueprint] * Verse 1
 Yo... homeboy you got a wack hustle
 I heard your raps they lack muscle
 I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle
 So them boys in blue and black can bust you
 Lock you away so them [bad word] cats can touch you
 You call my name you ask for trouble
 Might get scooped slammed, might get your [bad word] muffled
 Get who you gotta get, get your fam
 Ladies if you're beffin', get your man!
 Beef turn print to a different man
 So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan
 I have you making co-payments on some eyewear
 You got me wrong I only act like I care!
 I used to be a substitute teacher's worst nightmare
 booksmart smartass with too much time to spare
 Skipping study hall so I can play ball
 Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm
 Ain't nothing changed, it's still on
 Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song
 It's only right
 I don't play with life - so I don't play with mics!

 [Hook]
 Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
 This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play
 Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way
 This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play

 Alone... walking through this world alone
 Walking through this world alone (ha-ha)
 Walking through this world alone (one more time)

 [Blueprint] * Verse 2
Yo, rap is not real
 I don't care what they told you
 Fake people say fake things in their vocalbooth
 I'm a grown man I'm not here to joke with you
 I came to win it all and take back what's overdue
 It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops
 It might mean I gotta ** broke it in two!
 With a broken [bad word]  back home
 Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you
 I'm old school, I know life ain't fair
 In most days I feel like it's too much trouble to care
 I used to walk to the corner store with nappy hair
 Pockets full of food stamps and didn't care who stared
 To understand me you had to be there
 To understand pain you had to see welfare
 living in inner city in [bad word] and still there
Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair
 I know you feel me if you do say:  [bad word] yeah!" and throw your hands in the air!
 I know you feel me if you DO say:  [bad word] yeah!" and throw your hands in the air!

 [Hook]

 Walking through this world alone
 Ain't looking for a lover
 Walking through this world alone
 Just looking for home