Frank Zappa

HOOK: Born at the bottom of the mountain in a manger Stuck to my guns even in the face of danger Unemployed intern, to Captain of the Squad I defied authorities & then defied the odds I was too old, too weird, too country, too smart Too tough to die, Iron Man with a new heart Life give you NOTHING, gotta mask up & take it Get it how you live Jake It Till You Make It VERSE 1: Whirlwind train ride, elevated speed Last of a dying breed, least likely to succeed Tell me how this hillbilly prick nabbed the title With a bottle of barbiturates & Frank Zappa vinyl A little bit trippy that this trip been a decade Me & Jak Dizzle splitting half a chicken sandwich Went from bedroom producing to Manhattan real estate I'm tryna make a million in change & then vanish Never signed a slave deal, my servitude indentured Made obscurity a profitable venture Payed as an engineer, slept on artist Production conquers, my slaps slap hardest I need to rehabilitate & make some confessions Why am I still in this godforsaken profession? If you've got a little time I'll try to make this story brief 40 chapters underneath from these Tennessee streets (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 2: The winter was cold, my pops just popped himself God bless the dead, ALS just stopped his health I became a cold calculated being Handpicked my comrades with amalgamated dreams Moms lost the house had to move into a trailer I feel like my family's only hope, I can't fail her In the midst of Armageddon I was rapping with the passion of a reverend Jak moved in, combined our efforts I gave $800 to a dude named Travis The statue has passed plus we paid our damn taxes He got robbed with my money but eventually flipped it SpaceLAB Recordings was officially scripted I faxed in an order for 1,000 CD's Quit my job at Sears, told my boss to see deez Ambitiously anticipate markets I ain't conquered yet But there ain't a local rap scene, I damn near starved to death (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3: Tried to put Johnson City on the map to no avail Drug problem, 110 lbs. looking frail 2006 it was die or get a new bag of tricks Packed up my '93 Jeep said goodbye to the sticks Headed up I-26 $80 to my name, found a job the 1st week On the N Train, greasy from the air compressor shop Nothing bout me was fleek Oldest intern employed by Progressive Music Studios In the Film Center building A year of volunteering got a job as a manager At Play Studios on the hunt like a scavenger With a coke head owner & a lot of bounced paychecks Still played my shows every state that would pay me In business for myself cause the industry drained me But I outlasted every asshole that tried to play me