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I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth', bring a rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your
Yo, baby this beat really got no rhymes to it
But I'ma do it anyway
It's K.I. Money Sign E
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live
Yo, baby this beat really got no rhymes to it
But I'ma do it anyway
It's K.I. Money Sign E
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live it up
I'ma live
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth', bring a rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
John 3:16
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh-oh
I spent a lot of years running from believing
Looking for another way to save my soul
The longer I live, the more
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?
walk by.
Fine as a fine glass of wine.
Let the time pass.
Can't find rhyme to define that.
You live in my mind. Who designed that?
I'm intertwined,
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
Ay, I feel like Kris, I got wait a minute
I feel like Kris, I got two sides
No sweat cause I dropped in the
Game with a new style
Roll with that
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
way too seriously
I just want your energy
I just want your energy
From potential to kinetic
From your mental where your head is
Instrumental with
not flammable, I don't burn
So please stop burning and
Learn to earn respect
'cause that's just what KR collects
See, what do you expect when you
Rhyme
bring the rope
'cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet,
rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
fading, or has God blessed my rhyme?
Settle your dissin, you better be listenin, forever we glisten
The metaphysician with a better way, makin a better
control
I'ma keep on spitting cold
I'm incomplete without these beats
free the rhymes from my mind with the freestyle or ink
That's the way that I speak
colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott Larock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step to adjust
in vestibules
Or on festivals, I'm just eating vegetables
Working my day job, spending my pay cut
Working out on the body, writing rhymes to say stuff
you can't have your fame and glory just don't bore me
When I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-five
That's, crazy loot Kris is saying I don't
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