I've been trying to decipher the lyrics to Clint Dempsey's (DEUCE) "Don't Tread on This" rap that's been all over NikeSoccer.com. I've got a good amount down, but there are allot of hard parts. I've posted what i've got so far below, and i'm asking for any and all help. (???) = Unknown group of words in this respective place word(?) = not sure if the word is really correct or not. In the Beginning, We were those kids (echo), That played on the dirt fields, But with determination(echo), we came from the bottom of the roads(?) to the top, We chased and gabbed hold of our dreams, Now we play on the field where the grass is greenest, And we can tell from the looks on there faces, When they find out the dream that we chased, They Hate, But we as a team, have a phrase we say, When negativity comes our way, Don’t tread on this, This games so old, like the roots a tree, Things I gain, (???) y not (???), Cause I got outa my job(?), and made the gang (???), Cause I was born with the jock(?), Got that from no coaches, Big Hawk and Deuce, spitting (???) in the roof, Stop Drop and Roll, I brings down da roof, I got nothing’ to loose and everything to prove, Don’t change the mood, cause we don’t play that dude(?), You best get away (or give way?), for the U.S.A, That way you might, you might, think we are sunray(?), And over your head, south side, We fed, this is like I’m grindin’ till I’m dead, (???) school, (Something whispered), This aint Friday night lights, but I got the infrareds, yea, (???) shoe shine dillydilly(?) Big Hawk came through, [chorus] Everybody outya seats, bop your head to this, We’ll recognize real(?), we’s bread for this, (Something Kind of whispered), Don’t Tread on This, We live the dream, Don’t Thread in This, Everybody outya seats, bop your head to this, We’ll recognize real(?), we’s bread for this, (Something Kind of whispered), Don’t Tread on This, We live the dream, Don’t Thread in This, [/chorus] I’m a just do it like I can, spin it so nice, When I’m done, some aint gonna like me, I’m a gonna try to sip da lightning(?), So we is like da white coma cross(?)(???), Check my resume and see what I’ve done, I’m official like the check, on my AF1s, From the slums, raised up on nothing but crumbs, I don’t want none, look at what I’ve become, Uh huh uh huh I’m a just keep it real, and my brother’s ghetto dreams will be fulfilled, And the field, just go show your skills, we’ll appeal for real, (???), My balls are real(?), So all I want is to go tippin, (???) like the great Clint Dempsey, The grind is (???), please don’t tread on this, This is soccer rap, with a screwed(?) up twist(?), (chorus x1) Ohhhhhh, (???) john unless you wanna see him piss, Though I’m quick with my feet-ya aint seen the fist, (???) then class dismissed, besta think twice before ya try da tread on this, the games hard in the streets, cause theres no shoes on their feet, when it satisfies hunger, they don’t need to eat, yea we came here to learn, but we starting to teach, cause we are stood in the shadows, now you can see, Haters wanna hate, but man I’m feelin great, Thanks to soccer, I grind mo ice then a hockey skate, More cash then in a bank, no need for yall to relate, I didn’t cut the yard, and throw trash away, In the south we got the game on [live], Ruinin’ the game [cop](?), We bleed (???) close(?) up shop, (???) twisted, Stepping on rough(?), you think we trippin, check the stethoscope, (chorus x1) Thanks all, RRRREV IT UP