Man, Not A Myth

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice

This story began five years ago

Took a funky idea and began to roll

By doing something that was never done

While getting paid, still having fun

Being explicit straight from the streets

Not forgettin' our roots to an up-tempo beat

Taking what they say just for granted

For us to give up, that's what they wanted

To do it all, we'd be taking shorts

'Cause at that time we were given no thought

To follow another; we didn't see it

We're the example for others to see

In the beginning all we had was a phone

And trust in each other was how we lived on

Word was bond, we relied on true

Faith in each other backed up by Luke

Chorus

[We are]

[Ghetto Style]

[Perched in the South]

[The king of the ghetto]

[The man, not a myth]

Verse 2: Brother Marquis

The journey was long, but we fought the struggle

We paid off in the end by the bundles

In the beginning, some were against us

But we proved them wrong, and made them envious

So we kept on writing, the public kept on buying

What we were making, they took a-likin'

We found the market, hit the target

We started the fire, but it's you who sparked it

We stayed independent, and we didn't sell out

We started off with no help from the White House

The plot was perfect, though we needed a gimmick

So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick

In no time at all, things started growin'

Charts were showin' that sales were soarin'

Then all the talkin', all the squawkin',

They tried to take the name, but keep Skyy-walkin'

Chorus

Verse 3

[FKI] A black thing, from beginning to end

Brothers in the business and loyal friends

Steppin' on stages, movin' as one

For the money and for the fun

No matter how it goes, how bad it seems,