Lyrics:
all fit to glide
[Verse 1]
When the time tic Pipe rhyme sick
Call em' Jorginho Pull a dime chick
Run with a click like Al Pacino in the God Father
Girl, I brought my love with me
You're no one I should give it to
Swear I give up all my rhyme, all my time
And no one else will do
I brought my
(Bass)
(Bass)
(Bass)
(Bass)
Now, this is called the Wack It and I do it all the time
Put the wackest, wackest beats and add the wackest,
when the kid jump
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this(Jump)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this(Jump)
Some
when the kid jump
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this(Jump)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this(Jump)
Some
when the kid jump
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this(Jump)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this(Jump)
Some
a remix
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All
for someone who spent the whole debate hiding (haha)
Gingers make up 2% of the population
You're the rare model but got beat by an Asian
Whole time
to grind
Back in time when I never had to rhyme
Back in time been busy committing crimes
This story ain't glory
But I was a church in safari
I was moving
I know you gonna dig this
Fly girls and booze each and every night
Crowd rocking rhymes, boy, that's alright
Treated like a star as you can see
But
We're spittin' rhymes, bringin' that hip-hop flame
From the crack of dawn, we're on the grind
Sloths takin' over, it's their time to shine
They rule this
Spent last night lost in my head
Wondering where this road will take me next
Pockets full of dreams
Made this beat, be taking over the world by any
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
Before I point
six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this"
I want
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
Child the rhyme constructor,
Madlib's the beat maker
Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya
Snap back, check ya crews one time
when I write rhymes I don't write
Man I just rhyme
Cause the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine design
And now's my time, mostly talkin' to myself
Wait, my blastin' rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate
Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate
Masses hate to have to wait for
songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
It was prime urgent, for
ignite a new flame last of a dyin' breed
If you trynna get by this the type of rhymin' you need I'm here
Not only for a good time but a long time put
Who you know gone shine like this
Who you know gone rhyme like this
Get on his grind like this
Agg town we not no bitch
Fuck around nigga yeah
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Huh,
that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after time after time
I know what you will say before you jump up on the stage
But make sure you don't say,
to five. Gotta hustle to survive. That's why I spend my time always working on these rhymes.
You see I'm thinking change today. I gotta change my ways.
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