Lyrics:
wanted that fame in the worst way
Shit that I go through like an emotional earthquake
Making it taking the game by storm
It's my birth right
Warned
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
the mainstream. This is A&R-ville.
Where are you from?
I'm from Cadillactica, by way of the underground.
For short, the south
Saw the world pass me by like a Pharcyde sample
Had the prize upon the mantle, couldn't satiate the hunger
I had to find another way to keep from going
Kross made it jump now, When the rush come, make them get in order, then we serve'em like a lunch line, and we live by the code of the G, 10 toes my ear
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
you think you get respect? No
You takin' a short
Yo, you need the money, of course
You need it to live
(Yo, what you put your money on, Kris?) Yo
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
other way
But be strong and remember to pray
I fall in a deep mindset my rhymes is timeless we fight like titans the sky's still shining
And what does it
We all live to die what’s the meaning
Wake up to see my baby girl cry was I dreaming
It seems my dreams are rhyme schemes
It seems I dream in rhyme
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
Believers in the the old world,
Creating disorder
We rhyme bout the way things are,
Can't sign to a new world order
Live by the pen die by my pen now.
Got
the power of Tate
Marked by the struggle of my hustle
Always putting in double
I was born in the land
Always extending a hand
My village always got my back
on the lips
Shit, you could could be on Whyte Ave havin' the time of your life
Then you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask Katie
The nightlife
drink too much
Turn the news off don't drink the punch
Forgiven sins you can't live too much
Sometimes I write rhymes and I think too much
I wish you
you came from.
I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives
like the hands of a clock going round.
if only we could wind them back and return
life bucaso
My mom died when I was five
And never left my heart yo
I symbolize rive alive niggas
Ghetto's where I live
Considered my rhyme the oasis
waves and wave caps, you lose pluck a new card
Boom bap, beats like Kris Parker
Produced by DJ Choice and my partner be the Darker
I mark up subways
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
it will
and act on it, 'cause action is the key to freedom
Only way to be a leader, lead by the way you live
This Craft, this beat, this rhyme
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