If I were the type to rhyme every crime my simple mind could
Muster, I'd figure, "What better time than a world-wide
Pandemic to slide up in a mask without getting eyed, jack
Some disinfectant wipes and make the dash unidentified?"
Not one of these stupid hooligans have unloaded a full
Clip. Wanna know how I know? c magazine holds the bullets.
Cnyway, gun-bars. They're not for me. I'm Socrates
With the freedom of speech. cnd speaking of which, it's not for free.
The cost of running your mouth is a doctor's fee. So,
Mind your q's and p's. Or I'll cross your i's dot your t's.
If you're strong, say less. These days, I'd
Rather listen to Dave East than Kenye West. Do they
Care at all? In the midst of a crock of lies, where are
Y'all? Salute to the aerosol keeping Hip-Hop alive.
It takes a pair of balls to share a wall with wherewithal
Not to get caught surprised when cops arrive with a plot devised to
Chop your life-span short. Cans stored in a jan-
Sport like a transporter. Dodging a landlord.
I get it. Hip-Hop has taken my best years and I'm
Left here while these songs fall upon deaf ears.
I'll still shatter your fragile ego with battle free-flow.
Crowds react to me slow at every show, then play it
Back until their phone battery's low. Give a f*ck if
I go over their heads, motherf*cker. Wack emcees know.
Hand me the microphone. Leave me and the mic alone.
Used to be a high school loner, writing raps while I'm walking home.
My headphones on. c hundred beats on my CD.
Used to download it on limewire and burn it on a MPC.
That was back when the raps had to mean something.
We started from the bottom from (psh) practically nothing.
But David Ruffin to jam to. Listen, love, and let's handle.
Life is nothing but gambles leaving some off in shambles.
To be a winner, well there's got to be loser.
Shit can get real deep if you don't know how to scuba.
Fuga f*cked up someone call him an uber.
First place 'til someone hit him with a Koopa
Shell. What's the matter, dog you looking pale.
C dark knight writing hitting like Christian Bale.
I'm hell bent filled up with anger and out of control.
The devil looking at me like he want to claim my soul, but...
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If I were the type to rhyme every crime my simple mind could
Muster, I'd figure, "What better time than a world-wide
Pandemic to slide up in a mask without getting eyed, jack
Some disinfectant wipes and make the dash unidentified?"
Not one of these stupid hooligans have unloaded a full
Clip. Wanna know how I know? c magazine holds the bullets.
Cnyway, gun-bars. They're not for me. I'm Socrates
With the freedom of speech. cnd speaking of which, it's not for free.
The cost of running your mouth is a doctor's fee. So,
Mind your q's and p's. Or I'll cross your i's dot your t's.
If you're strong, say less. These days, I'd
Rather listen to Dave East than Kenye West. Do they
Care at all? In the midst of a crock of lies, where are
Y'all? Salute to the aerosol keeping Hip-Hop alive.
It takes a pair of balls to share a wall with wherewithal
Not to get caught surprised when cops arrive with a plot devised to
Chop your life-span short. Cans stored in a jan-
Sport like a transporter. Dodging a landlord.
I get it. Hip-Hop has taken my best years and I'm
Left here while these songs fall upon deaf ears.
I'll still shatter your fragile ego with battle free-flow.
Crowds react to me slow at every show, then play it
Back until their phone battery's low. Give a f*ck if
I go over their heads, motherf*cker. Wack emcees know.
Hand me the microphone. Leave me and the mic alone.
Used to be a high school loner, writing raps while I'm walking home.
My headphones on. c hundred beats on my CD.
Used to download it on limewire and burn it on a MPC.
That was back when the raps had to mean something.
We started from the bottom from (psh) practically nothing.
But David Ruffin to jam to. Listen, love, and let's handle.
Life is nothing but gambles leaving some off in shambles.
To be a winner, well there's got to be loser.
Shit can get real deep if you don't know how to scuba.
Fuga f*cked up someone call him an uber.
First place 'til someone hit him with a Koopa
Shell. What's the matter, dog you looking pale.
C dark knight writing hitting like Christian Bale.
I'm hell bent filled up with anger and out of control.
The devil looking at me like he want to claim my soul, but...
Muster, I'd figure, "What better time than a world-wide
Pandemic to slide up in a mask without getting eyed, jack
Some disinfectant wipes and make the dash unidentified?"
Not one of these stupid hooligans have unloaded a full
Clip. Wanna know how I know? c magazine holds the bullets.
Cnyway, gun-bars. They're not for me. I'm Socrates
With the freedom of speech. cnd speaking of which, it's not for free.
The cost of running your mouth is a doctor's fee. So,
Mind your q's and p's. Or I'll cross your i's dot your t's.
If you're strong, say less. These days, I'd
Rather listen to Dave East than Kenye West. Do they
Care at all? In the midst of a crock of lies, where are
Y'all? Salute to the aerosol keeping Hip-Hop alive.
It takes a pair of balls to share a wall with wherewithal
Not to get caught surprised when cops arrive with a plot devised to
Chop your life-span short. Cans stored in a jan-
Sport like a transporter. Dodging a landlord.
I get it. Hip-Hop has taken my best years and I'm
Left here while these songs fall upon deaf ears.
I'll still shatter your fragile ego with battle free-flow.
Crowds react to me slow at every show, then play it
Back until their phone battery's low. Give a f*ck if
I go over their heads, motherf*cker. Wack emcees know.
Hand me the microphone. Leave me and the mic alone.
Used to be a high school loner, writing raps while I'm walking home.
My headphones on. c hundred beats on my CD.
Used to download it on limewire and burn it on a MPC.
That was back when the raps had to mean something.
We started from the bottom from (psh) practically nothing.
But David Ruffin to jam to. Listen, love, and let's handle.
Life is nothing but gambles leaving some off in shambles.
To be a winner, well there's got to be loser.
Shit can get real deep if you don't know how to scuba.
Fuga f*cked up someone call him an uber.
First place 'til someone hit him with a Koopa
Shell. What's the matter, dog you looking pale.
C dark knight writing hitting like Christian Bale.
I'm hell bent filled up with anger and out of control.
The devil looking at me like he want to claim my soul, but...