How many mics do you rip on a daily?
Many moni, say me say many many many
Many times I been distracted from my grind
Flyin up shits creek, wit crack in the cement grinding up all of this mince meat
Miss me wit ya cloud raps and higher echelons
You too anxious to set alarms
I carry arms at any time
Through my voice and vision for all my pupils to carry on
$lob been known to bury bonds
He a giant match that's up at bat
Yo battlefront ain't used to that
Just batter up, run my cake
The babble's up
Immaculate actions whenever he get to spazzing
And adamant y'all was never no rap inhabitants
Imagine this a feast full of dishes that's all inadequate
Malice been my virtue, not eatin off the average
My plate full of rhymes of showin love wit words so hateful
Gracious over the playlist, on file as flagrant
Fresh outta that patience
Too pivotal, my hunger's literal
Illiteracy in this game shows the routes y'all playin, it's unequivocal
Bluffin bout gettin physical
They bound to question the green of the Riddler
My vocals on this metronome'll send you home off ya rhythm
Request some Ritalin
How many rounds is gettin pumped up out this shotty?
Rowdy as Roddy flexing his armor on everybody
My monologues done went from the mason to the monotony
A trooper through the storm storming past all of the copies
When I spit these withdrawals ya shawty removes her drawls
Flow just like drawin a bath while she slobbin on $lobbypapi
Wearin these self proclaimed animals out
Channeling doubts wit this drive, and both his feet on the pedal like King Jaffe
$lim Charles - 4th Fugee Lyrics
$lim Charles - 4th Fugee Lyrics
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How many mics do you rip on a daily?
Many moni, say me say many many many
Many times I been distracted from my grind
Flyin up shits creek, wit crack in the cement grinding up all of this mince meat
Miss me wit ya cloud raps and higher echelons
You too anxious to set alarms
I carry arms at any time
Through my voice and vision for all my pupils to carry on
$lob been known to bury bonds
He a giant match that's up at bat
Yo battlefront ain't used to that
Just batter up, run my cake
The babble's up
Immaculate actions whenever he get to spazzing
And adamant y'all was never no rap inhabitants
Imagine this a feast full of dishes that's all inadequate
Malice been my virtue, not eatin off the average
My plate full of rhymes of showin love wit words so hateful
Gracious over the playlist, on file as flagrant
Fresh outta that patience
Too pivotal, my hunger's literal
Illiteracy in this game shows the routes y'all playin, it's unequivocal
Bluffin bout gettin physical
They bound to question the green of the Riddler
My vocals on this metronome'll send you home off ya rhythm
Request some Ritalin
How many rounds is gettin pumped up out this shotty?
Rowdy as Roddy flexing his armor on everybody
My monologues done went from the mason to the monotony
A trooper through the storm storming past all of the copies
When I spit these withdrawals ya shawty removes her drawls
Flow just like drawin a bath while she slobbin on $lobbypapi
Wearin these self proclaimed animals out
Channeling doubts wit this drive, and both his feet on the pedal like King Jaffe
Many moni, say me say many many many
Many times I been distracted from my grind
Flyin up shits creek, wit crack in the cement grinding up all of this mince meat
Miss me wit ya cloud raps and higher echelons
You too anxious to set alarms
I carry arms at any time
Through my voice and vision for all my pupils to carry on
$lob been known to bury bonds
He a giant match that's up at bat
Yo battlefront ain't used to that
Just batter up, run my cake
The babble's up
Immaculate actions whenever he get to spazzing
And adamant y'all was never no rap inhabitants
Imagine this a feast full of dishes that's all inadequate
Malice been my virtue, not eatin off the average
My plate full of rhymes of showin love wit words so hateful
Gracious over the playlist, on file as flagrant
Fresh outta that patience
Too pivotal, my hunger's literal
Illiteracy in this game shows the routes y'all playin, it's unequivocal
Bluffin bout gettin physical
They bound to question the green of the Riddler
My vocals on this metronome'll send you home off ya rhythm
Request some Ritalin
How many rounds is gettin pumped up out this shotty?
Rowdy as Roddy flexing his armor on everybody
My monologues done went from the mason to the monotony
A trooper through the storm storming past all of the copies
When I spit these withdrawals ya shawty removes her drawls
Flow just like drawin a bath while she slobbin on $lobbypapi
Wearin these self proclaimed animals out
Channeling doubts wit this drive, and both his feet on the pedal like King Jaffe
Writer: ZaQuan Hamlett
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