Verse 1:
It's like one for the microphone two for the camera
Three for deadbeats vagabonds panhandlers
Street scramblers alleyway managers
Substance abusers born losers mic damagers
Everybody screamin' representin' keep it real
But I'm still a worthless bum tryin' to get a record deal
Peep my lingo and every wise word the man speaks
I've been living on the streets and haven't showered for weeks
But time moves forward, there's no looking back
I'm homeless in pursuit of a record contract
I wish my whole crew was paid in full like Rakim's
But instead we're malnourished with skeleton-like limbs
Instead of a land cruiser with BBS rims
I got a busted pair of boots, and they're not even Tims
See most mc's claim their pockets stay knotted
Puttin' money in the bank, but point blank, I ain't got it
I used to pump chums, for money in lump sums
But now I snatch crumbs with a thousand young bums
I'm the everfresh, what I still possess remains measureless
My brain contains jewels and gems like a treasure chest
Raw deal, no lie, that's the real
And I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal
Society labels me a bum, and that's right
My crew keeps it tight, bums of the world let's unite
Chorus:
This one's for all the neighborhood bums
To all my brothers in the gutters, in the slums
In every city, no matter where you're from
To all my boys, make noise if your bum
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
Allow me to explain the mission, the pain infliction
I entertain so listen, my style rocks like Jane's Addiction
Mc's don't impress me, they know not to test me
We'll be at each other's throats like Mr. Belvede
