Lyrics:
like it when I smack it
Got you in the fantasy
I hope no shit pop off
While we grindin' and I'm trying
To get my rocks off
Hope them haters
of bitches is sick with the "H."
If you dont want the "I.V." think before you put your dick in her waist
Its a disgrace theres only one particular race
That
with an exercise in exorcism
First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous
Open mic sermon for the trife vermon
That had a hard time learnin'
in the back of my mind
I'm hurting to feel the magic I had as a fabulous child
Cuz all of these excellent habits I haven't had in a while
(Slow it
what's coming next
a dope rhyme by the dttx
on the mic 2 engage in a row
pump the grounds and will act like an active flow
just for you and your crew
so
can put in words that's the lyrics, I'm revealing
I close my eyes and go blind, I'm living through the rhythm
If y'all can feel my heart let this music
Poked the bear smoking
In the open air with open beers
My egos riding shotgun
As I'm rolling slow in traffic
Can't let go of what I know
Even though I
Chew on this
And if tomorrow never comes, fuck it, I'm wit my sons
Blazin buns in the back room, with D.O., Cal and Ones
Got my mic check by Cleo,
'm the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can
I'm so nice I shouldn't suffer
You've never known joy if you've
Never had to suffer
Sucks getting caught up in
Traffic in rush hour
Wish I had magic
dreams a reality check
Thru being broken by my lonesome in a pit of duress
I swept the dirt from out my rug and got cleanin' the mess
And now I focus
Beautiful and more extreme
"I'm waiting for the man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting
my word will live forever
Niggahs hella stupid, but they don't know no better
But I do, before I ever had proof
And if it's good I'm coming
Chevy Chase on vacation
Place your faith in this, Play me Avee, add bass to the mix
I serve Icebergs when I rhyme, you're just tasting the tip
Wait till I
of rhythm
An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in
Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace
Trapped inside my silhouette, I have
Basically spent the majority of my adult life in a sweat box
Perfecting rhythms and flows and nobody's bettered me yet
No matter how many have tried I
the pain
So close
As if she'd died today
But I need to be strong
I need to be brave
I need to put faith in something
How could I live on
Not hoping we
on my own dick
My rhyme book stay thick
Like the hips on Free
From 106 & Park used to be
y'all know the dilly niggaz holla if ya really feel me
I'm a cold
I fall in her
Then I tell timber
But I'm here to see
My dreams come to fruition
Cause I know that I'm a spitter
That's the way I wet my whistle
Is by
to the pain
Numb to the pain
Black boy fly, my life in one episode
I'm on trial, so if I die, let me know
Lost in time but let this foul record grow
Truth I
whether If it’s for the rhythm or groundbreaking rhymes
Caught in traffic at the moment on a patient grind
Everything will happen in divine order, it just
caught you lackin
Said I wasn't on scene
Swear ya should've
Parked yo car instead you
Left it In D
And by time that I arrived
You had been gone from
sell an eighth in the barbershop? We want ours
When it comes to these bars, y'all can't fuck with the god
The first rhymes I wrote was meant
nines
I hoed her six times know I won't miss mine
Put my heart in my lyrics
Put my soul in my rhymes
Well actually, I be stacking money mathematically
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