Lyrics:
throw your hands up in the air
BDP rockin' without no fear
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
a question (What question)
Can the Canibus rhyme
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine
No time to make up your mind, you want to run or die
Clip you while
Daddy and Tip
My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip
Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude
Whack, do ya on the stage gettin' booed
This structure -
the 2Pacalypse
Ooohh that's very good
Remember the last to have the
Challenger from the phone ringing
Eat the package mane
And I'm Shock G and this
Two it's time
One of a kind, verbal the mind wreck shop
Permanent kind, urgent to climb, pressed up
Insertin the rhyme, it's workin on time, yessir
One
shop at the CT stop
This don't mean shit to me
This don't mean shit to me
This time
It just rhymes
This time
I got to get up out here let's take a ride
judged all the time
Just waitin' for my time, but for now it's Rhymes
Work hard for the dimes, it's a pen or curse
Lured outta loop, this is Introvert
for this man overflows to his fans
It's time I educate these idiots
The best that I can
They're so amused by his abuse of rap music
I'll have to craft
to live
Getting by just writing away
With my God given gifts
So what if I can spit out a rhyme
And have the balls to get up on the mic
Unlike most of y'all
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
rhyme
But half the time, they run it down one of mine
Thought suffocatin' 'em with yet another stunnin' line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged
E F T
I've been cursed with this mind
That is perturbed by design
Still managed to kweff them to death
With a bloody verse everytime
A mere nursery
nursery rhyme
And the music that was handed down
From a long forgotten time
Fifteen Cuban minutes get lost in the fog
LIfe's a test, just do your best
Like
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
spit in a rhyme's face
So name the time, place
To battle, b-, I'm still in that mind state
Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes
Cry
in your face, competitors fall at my waist
You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face
So name the time, place
To battle, bitch, I'm still in that
A new method time after time
Write a rhyme quick when I pull out my Bic pen
Stick to an idea, the soundproof slick then
Put it on paper cause I make
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot
Phony gold chains only rated two carats
You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
Livin'
me know what it's like
Living life up above (huh)
Living in this life of sin
An angel with a devilish grin
How many times do I gotta loose before I
stayin' true to this, and I ain't new to this
Some say I grew with this, but I ain't thru with this
Not by a little bit, so check the expression
No second
for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hollow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo
This is just
deliver in my rhymes
It'll mildew over time
That's a mill that's over do
I only planned for one
Now a nigga need two yeah
I only planned for one
Now a nigga
the madibas
We out here looking for em dead presidents
My residence got way more bigger too
I remember back when I used to sleep on rhymes Time to time
Now it
We out here looking for em dead presidents
My residence got way more bigger too
I remember back when I used to sleep on rhymes Time to time
Now it cost
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