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the tape could rock
Had dual cassette with the auto reverse
Made sure that I had the fat tape first
When I looked in my bag, cold had a fit
Couldn't find
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
as Randy
But if I ever get in trouble have to leave this place, I reach in my chevy nova hit the hyper space
Recline the seats cut on the stereo and set my
to perfect
And every question in the class, yeah, I had it correct
Lessons, life is a quest
And the weight of the world is in my palms
But I'm still bench
the dog in?"
If I say we comin', you gon' have to let us all in
Treat it like the season after summer, I just fall in
Had to go to work for this verse,
shoulders
Never shall I be an MC, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you
time my words, cheesiness in my bones
Or awkward, just too complicated or animated of a mind
Show it in the rhymes
or straightforward lines
Occasional
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
effortless
I mean I reckon I could get a whiff
Of some kind of award if I just focus on my penmanship
I'm the best equipped to let a rip
In comprehensive
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
the gusto, if so
Yo, I keep my hat cut low
I'm a friend, not a foe
A pro, as a artist
Give my hardest as the farthest
That'll take it up the ladder
See, it
if you ain’t listen
You see, I’m that rapper but I got mo' visions
And my rhymes Mo Farrah they destined to do the distance
Off the top of the head,
to the rhyme brought your shades and your wine
I survived hard times prime time, as I rewind
My thoughts and remmeniss, sippin' O.E. quarts
Rest in peace
I wear notes like coats
Blues like doos, war for the rhythm, soul that glues
That bounce to my bones, that jazz in my spine
The hop is my home, rap
nothing there and that’s confusing
Coz if you really loved me then you’d show it
And darling when it comes to writing music I’m a poet
Got the game up in my
of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days
with the Christmas for haze
on my back,
hand in hand with the jam
But you knew this
My shit tight like a bike chain
Yours loose like a tooth is
I'm clueless to your ruthlessness
If it isn't
Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends huh
I've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in
at destructing the elitist bloc
Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot
Aiyo feeling the feelings, revealing truths unappealing
But still my will
rhymes's got it clean by the crates violatin', your time stop
Boom, I never idolize no nigga
Never been shooka, no nigga
Took over the phones in
single
It's funny how these wack niggas need my help
Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself
Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Dawg, if I was you
a dime
I might let you live forever
Through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
(Woah) unopposed, I don't pose, I'm just it
I don't fold, only gold in my spit
sperm in my eye 'cause I be 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 niggas holla
In my zone
When the instrumental be like 19 hunnids
That shit get me running
Na na na na na na na
Yeah I think i got it, yeah
Dammit Louis is lit
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