Winning

Bosco Money possessin knowledge if you seek it Make you understand my language even though you probably don't speak it I came specifically to freak it Always eat my Wheeties, so I don't feel peaked When it's time to pick up the mic and rhyme, I do So I can prove to you that mom duke came through With a strong son And if it's time to have fun I treat the mic like a gun Pull the trigger Transform, and get bigger I'm the man that make you peep the rhyme and say "Damn!" - don't think I'm not, when I am Underrated, frequently imitated But never outdated, and yet I'm alienated Because they say I'm 180 instead of bein full-circle Anti - yo, I came from the sky So catch a brainstorm and kill that I ain't tryin to hear it The rhyme fits your mind so nice, you want to wear it [ CHORUS ] I'm winnin, cause I'm in it to win it You think I'm not, when I am? I'm winnin till I'm grinnin It's almost like I'm sinnin I'm a winner from the beginnin I can't be part of this nonsense Of black versus white, or vice versa Growin worse everday, in no way Becomin better, I rather be a trendsetter And stay ahead of the rest Who underestimate my brain matter Let the truth scatter, manifest some data And drop it, like Harry Truman dropped the A bomb Or Nixon dropped troops in Vietnam And while I'm on the subject of presidential thinkin Clock lots of Jacksons, cause my thoughts is Lincoln Not sinkin like a raft, cause I'm cooler than Shaft And my wisdom is refreshing like a frosty draft Ale, and I will not fail to prevail Until they throw me in jail I woulda went to Yale, but I didn't get accepted Know why? I didn't apply... [ CHORUS ] Play me like a tape, and memorize my melody Layin, relayin, portrayin, conveyin and sayin What I mean, and like Vaseem Clear out your eyes, so you can see Society's been selling you a dream Schemin on your self-esteem It got you sweatin a lifestyle the magazines Seem to make real But tell me, what's the deal Have you become of victim of the media appeal? I have, best believe I'm not jokin Cause like the Marlboro Man, my rhymes are smokin Pokin hoes and societal woes I'm lookin in Is yet another way I unmistakably win So hip yourself to my tip I'm packin the house like a ceb Tonight I'm trippin like Greyhound >From town to town Droppin the knowledge most profound [ CHORUS ]