Artist: Big K.R.I.T.
Album:  4eva Is a Mighty Long Time
Song:   Big K.R.I.T.
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Justin Scott]
Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create
and this mind of mine apply to our escape
in an atmosphere that wouldn't hold our weight
If I leave from here, I'll call when I'm safe
Knocking on the door, hoping someone answers
Yeah, I call that faith
This mouth of mine has turned down water for wine
I still recall that taste of bittersweet
Like when I realize you'll never be as perfect as the one that invented me
And the world full of temptations, can make you feel so incomplete
Grow up to better than me, go farther than I can go
See farther than I can see
When my days draw to a close, breathe longer than I can breathe
And I'm fine with that
In the event that I decide to move forward what you've done, they can rewind it back
And I'm a proud parent now, as I was a proud parent then
I saw you grow up to become the kind of king that I knew you'd always been
Indeed, there's a finish line for me, but for you, there's no end
So, perhaps all that work that's been done was a win
And although my intentions were for good, it still brung us to a sin
But I'll pay for your mistakes as long as this world continues to spin
As this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never been
I'm sure as Multi is your home, hard times will come again
I set aside a book of rhymes that'll pave the way for now and then
I know forever is a mighty long time - so where should we begin?

[Big K.R.I.T.]
On the Southside, cause I'm a country bumpkin
Bumpin out the system, fuck if they don't listen
We done came a long way from niggaz
throwin CDs' out the window like I made a frisbee
Better than veteran rapper's favorite rappers
Conscious or trappers +AND+ I'm Mississippi
Dirty Southern muthafucka kickin
like a red bucket with white top chitlins
Shittin on niggaz, my rhyme flow
Hands 'hind-back, eyes blind fold
Mind, body, and soul connected
to the Most High even when times got low
UHH~! Look how they hate me, but copy me
Possibly I was the one with components and properties
To be the greatest of all time, but you won geography lottery
So I keep kickin, flippin tables
Chosen and favored, fuck being major when giant is greater
Fortune and fame but you FUCK for the label, truth is what made me
Settle down, settle down, I was angry but I'm better now
Niggaz talking raisin bars, mine amongst the stars
Give it time to level out
If you worried about the flow, I'll make a beat
Write you a hook that you repeat
Even go as far to drop a mixtape that you re-do, never credit me
Separately sold, slick as the Giuseppe on slippery flo's
Mop by the buckets that I used to hold
while dreamin of plaques and sellin out shows
Multi Alumni, forever the fo's

(Forever the fo's)