Lyrics:
Yo
I had to go for mine
From the bottom to the top is a hard climb
But hard rhymes beat hard times
Gimme a spotlight and I'll shine
Brither than
verse 1:
Light yourself a dank joint, letcha mind go
Listen to these lyrics as I let this rhyme flow
I'm funky with this shit 'cause my style is
broke necks
They chest wet by the flame on, the fucking black tech
Now who's next, For this Lyrical fuckin' service
Niggas masterbate the skills as if
down
No where tomorrow, a Sunday rhyme
You know all good things come in their due time
Put 'The Ball Peen Hammer', 'Right through' That Door'
And I
-like that, It's like this
When you hear the nigga yo he be in a bliss
'Cause I make the rhymes and
It's just a easy gist
With a twist, of my nouns
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind, this time I draw the line
He's mine...just
Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time
To unwind I wrote a rhyme ripped it up and wrote some mo lines
Lookin' out my window saw an eagle
last time
Feel the rhythm feel the rhyme
Whispered tales of days gone by
Gentle breeze a soft goodbye
Hold me close don't let go
This farewell we both
alike, we don't rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I'm Young
a lethal weapon
Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like
it out the studio and hit the street
Now I'm rocking one more time
Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
on you
'Cause I'm mad with you
I'm mad with you, like Al Capone
Look, man, I told you one time before
But this time I'm gonna teach you
A little
and people screamin' my name
But it's time to let go, it's time to make a change
So can you hit my line? I know you hear this rhyme
But come to think of it,
a second chance
Have I waited way too long
If I had you here again
You would never leave I know
Here I am again tonight
Chanting out this little rhyme
wouldn't waste your time
with weak words, that's for nerds, you never heard a rhyme
So you deserve a line rougher than rough enough is enough
I'm, gonna
Assassin idhara Nekuti mese muchiri kutanga
City is mine
I go by the name
Rhyme Assassin
If you know me then you Know me
So, pay attention kid
And after this
tongue again
Comin in, MJ fuckin G lettin em no the time
And I'm, just a pimp in my rhyme
Pimp, in my own, fuckin rhyme
Pimp in my own fuckin rhyme
would have to be mince
Rock the bells
So listen to the lines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'll cut the record in a second, make your DJ look blind
So all
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
right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind that I been out there from back in
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