Lyrics:
day jobs
Niggas glory holing and em bitches on the blow jobs
Let by gones be by gones but promise to always remember forty when al be gone
Bado mi ni
steel curtain still unbroken
Run down by the deals but I got my flows in
Wanna try the real stuff, come and toke this (let's go)
Run these times and I've
we got for the ninety-flow shot
I'm the, brown bomber droppin' verbal scuds
I write rhymes while my momma peel the skin off the spuds (yeah)
This
Eyes open, mouths closed, when you witness my flow
Got it all on my own, as I'm watching time go
Calling me a psycho, based on my rhymes bro
Hope
gone
And the rhyme doesn't belong it's wrong
She makes it clear that she can't stay forever she's losing time everyones gone
And the rhyme doesn't belong
Yes, OK it's about time we do it once again and lay the hit down
Here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go yo
Raising rhymes up from the dead
pride, Play's by my side
Just chillin, along for the ride
Now it's the capital K-i-d, this is my ID
My rhyme history on the m-i-see
Will show I know how
all I used to do was kick rhymes
I was cutting school to be this cool and now my juice is cooler than a take 5
I'm big time like (Big time)
Big body
a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
every record every rhyme
I think it’s finally time to execute
Yea I’ve been patient I’ve been waiting
I’ve been taking these notes everyday I say it’s
this time that I wasted cause you won't let go
In my mind I was patient though you won't let go
It's not a rhyme, it's a statement
Yeah, I got
Clock is ticking God I'm running out of time
Through this mic is how I speak my mind
Put my thoughts on paper and they start to rhyme
Everyday I see
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
play a game of rhymin' roulette,
And put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout.
One mistake... Ya out.
If this imitation it can't be
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
stuff
There's a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck
I should leave this rap shit alone
And kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my
I catch'em
One at a Time
Coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin a rhyme
So, you in the back of me just listen and learn
Because you'll all
The world sees the apocalypse as a
Mystic cryptic message of doom
The first four seals are represented by four
Riders on four different coloured
the money
I don't got the time
If you not focused I don't got the time
I step in the booth I'm cooking up rhymes
I hopped in the stu' with a couple of niggas
the time
All the time
Baby just spit some rhymes yeah
Sweet bobo
I don't know how far
But I know that you are for this
I know that you are wanting some more
graduated, saturated the game now
Infatuated with the fame now, let me explain how
We doing this at any time or any place ready willing and able
Let's get
Ah cos!...
MiddleMan MiddleMan oh!
MiddleMan MiddleMan on my Own!
MiddleMan MiddleMan oh!
MiddleMan MiddleMan on my Own!
I write this song by my own!
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
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