He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But fuck 'em, he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Makin' a story, makin' sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin it up, let's go