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
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  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
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    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
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