earliest of rhymes, leaving pines to mines, breaking new spines, as we go bling, i set aside all lies, whip out the truth, in my own booth, pulled out my tooth, it hurt but i got the proof, left jab to right hooks, they shook and took, off when i studied books, took a glance a good look,
al igual que el karate al igual que un shaolin/esto del hip hop se practica de principio a fin/sin faltar a un entrenamiento/caminar por la calle rapiar sobre el sonido del viento o el ruido de la urbe/ lo que se mira en mi cara no es sudor es la rima que me escurre/que recorre mis venas/ y es rap no grasa lo que tapa mis arterias/artes marciales/ rimas sobre instrumentales/ las vocales, consonantes todo bien unido/crea la magia de este sonido.
discipline in life is a must/ in order to navigate around mistrust/ self assurance aligns with routines/ to quiet the inner fiend/ pain and sacrifice , becomes a pillar, enabling one soul to become a fulfilla/ of dream, goals, and achievements/ most would be in agreement/ care for your immediate environment/ to allow you discipline to become your discernment/ take self care seriously/ making your life shine vigorously.
im blessed to be living Oppurtunities has been giving All i can do is smile All this love im digging Wouldnt change anything in this world if i had the chance just wanna advance the lessons that i learned to young mans Boys and Girls take your time to Grow up Slow up, Trust me there is no need to rush You got time to mistakes Mess up and get it right So by the time you reach your prime You will be Poised to take Flight
The Master Demonologist naw naw let me continue I'm grown ass man known to disassemble the disrespectful..I'm quick to break neck fool faster Kim or Amber Rose would break the net dude... Its Smitty ..one of the best in the city I can uplift yo ass or drown u in yo pity
I had a vision of people havin discipline on this rap shit like eminem when he was in michigan, gold cross around my neck in the sunlight an the gold glistenin respect the hustle, sold rocks through the struggle had to go back to pimpin again Fuck fake friends, when the shootaz come they dont need to pretend I'll be the only contender that attend, while the fakes runnin away till the block end I wish I'd knock they block in, like rocky got they brain rockin when I'm boxin an I'm not stoppin got these bitches hoppin like hopsin when I'm jockin shot out to Compton kendrick on deck, made the competition an now i'm next to be locked in #Charismatica BOI
SOME PEOPLE think their right, When they're totally wrong, SOME PEOPLE like to start shit All day long, Othas go to places, Where they don't belong, And they wonda why, The shit go wrong... SOME PEOPLE (CHORUS) by DESIGNINE DMADREAMA ...
Back in the days. Early days of rhyme. Prophet was a god and a mastermind. He got too cold for the atmosphere. DJ Premier was the last to hear. Global warming pushed us past the fear. Obama got elected and he asked us here. A soldier in fatigues with a bandolier. Swinging through the room on a chandelier. Assassinating perpetrators. Feed'em the truth. Scatter like roaches, seeing me in the booth.
you aint got fast flow thats why they past yo only rhyme once per bar like a dunce in their car high as shit tryna spit prolly dyna get signed but dont understand it aint designed for underhand its for the fast ballers with the glass collars see me drive past as they hollers you just squallers Yousa pigeon in the sky and ima hawk every decision you try cant break my rock
Murder Was the case they gave me. I promised I would never let the music enslave me. But every now and then, this shit be driving me crazy. I do some gangsta shit, but my memory's hazy. I'm incredible. You don't want to see me angry. They had adamantium, And still couldn't chain me. Albert Einstein Couldn't even explain me. Even got Superhead, And she couldn't drain me.
You call yourself a prophet and I doubt it, Like Jay saying he's Hov, I don't allow it. I'm dropping the payload so move out quick. Don't clout my foul shit, I'll put the plug on your outage. I'm the don so don't ever forget it, capisce? Sicily to NY, ever mcee on their leash. Theres envy in the streets But you got to keep a clear head, Instead of loosing your shit, Phones tapped by the feds. The cream and the lead are the main ingredients, To holding power in this world - ingenious No momentary value but I'm making profit, Blowing up a lot bigger than the challenger rocket So prophet, just stop it coz you're acting a fool. Don't make me have to school, the hip hop rules The jewels, I run em' But the north star is far. I own these street corners and the boulevards. Whilst I take off and land land - I burn rubber Hold the power on the joystick like Muhammad Atta I'm the godfather, well I guess you've forgot Don't get? Well then just connect the pocker dots.
+Michael Ben back in '73, Sicily was a great place to be for a dope MC Paul Gambino and a young John Gotti Were right there with Getting my first body I never was Italian, but Don Corleone Just to poke fun He would call me Tony. You weak MCs are good story tellas But Prophet really hung With real Goodfellas And while you fake dons are getting played. The real goons be in the street, getting made. Not only getting made, we be getting paid. so I spray all you roaches with the brand new raid. You showed up with a real sharp blade. Against a real Mac 11, and got your whole crew sprayed.
This ain't no film by Copolla or Martin Scorsese, You hitting back lightly with lyrics so lazy. But it doesn't phase me, I'm known as hannibal because I'm crazy The rest you can guess if you place the - Attention - to the double entendres, I'll shower you with bullets like the boy in the stripped pajamas. Then I'll harness the carnage, You won't go far with That attitude - your whole verse disregarded. Fuck a 16, I empty these clips Quicker than your baby momma on my lap and her hips, Grinding back and forth like it's a merry-go-round, Never ever test the MickMac coz my word is profound.
growin up, knowing dicipline is a big thing/ patience first, voila...a rap king/ people bowing down to every movement/ pushin it back to the 80's/ the rap movement/ it should be about the passion for this rap game/ not lickin all the pussy in the world, lil wayne/ hip hop is changing, and thas a fact/ keep it real, those are the words i keep spitting/ heat hooks, from these fiery fists/ scratch and sniff my spit/ smell the sweet bliss
The music lives in me every drop in my veins i came up flippin cocaine, now i'm flippin words puttin together all types of nouns and verbs its absurd, how i run all over these nerds beats gettin straight jacked, like cars in new jerz i aint braggin, but i spit fire like a dragon i believed in myself and i know anything can happen i'm attract all types of new fans, like eminem i hope to have my stans hip hop is my land so i aint gon let you trespass beef wit me ur body parts gon mismatch
here i am coming at you with a reply i dont know why i guess im kind of high itrs really hard to type in the comments but i guess it leads to some real cool moments i dont want to go on for to long because its time to inject another bong hit into my lungs weeds draining my funds
im a prehistoric saviour with the answer on my pages ill free the birds from cages as the precious words are wasted i wasnt fuckin created by some lord who wants to tame ya and if you question the chords i play im likely to go insane, huh? i bring the latest crazes and spit with bullet tracers and with me you feelin safest cause i leave the posers faceless cause they just be spittin graceless, when they leavin sloppy traces but my rhymes wont leave no spaces just some empty bullet cases
The aftermath of blazing ash, im faster than flash and the master of wrath/ nigga peep my flow, you know i go, hard co' to the beat, the illest/ i peep, the realness/so feel this while i peel back the real shit/ and spit, on the microphone/ im hard down to the bone/ nobody can dethrone me/ on the mic, kats i own thee/ on another level, how they describe it/ in need of ill, my rhymes they prescribed it.
gotta have the illest bars on sight lyrical assassin comin for ya life grim reaper wit the scythe word 2 christ slice u 5 times ya real nice cut the meat pack it up tight serve to keyfood before nine i said its cowmeat but im lyin next day people comin and goin buyin the meat that i sold em they cannibals but na i aint told em -cashmoneygreen
...Speak this name I'll eat and maim after breaching your brain, stealing thoughts then dissipate like chalk or bleach on stains/My speech is flame, equal to Bats breaking on bastards like a beefed up Bane, I slay & defeat tracks faster than cheetah cat running on flat terrain...I'm past insane, the last astatic dame that past my lane got tragically slain like Natalie James/ So don't make it a repeat..I move like three hyena's stalking walking three deep on the serengeti ready to tear into meat/
lol..when i come through..the floor resembles spoiled ragu..sauce.try to floss...tired ass niggas get tossed ..dam homie you livin' in the land of the lost...it's gonna be a hit when i spit...i'm your kid's favorite..not a fan of john wayne's but i drop the true grit..you gotta live it..lol
A wild animal in the teeth, You’re bout to get manhandled, a lioness to a wildebeest I came prepared to milk the beat, hear the feast Cuz spittin' over a track by DJ Premier’s a treat Scratch that, my rap blasts are flapjacks Leavin' you wack acts sleepin' on your backs like catnaps
Spread my lyrics out like a leper see when you hear these rhymes you go from a man to a weeper killing this track and harvest it like i am a grim reaper scythe is swinging, music bumping now the police ring a ding dingin come out the front door hold on to my legs i cant start running as soon as you move 5 steps they start gunnin,dont matter dont cost no money to take lifes, well shit its how the world is,dont play in the big field if u cant handle this Criminals In Action
final day living strong nothing wrong bitches know i got it going on, az sun workin aroun the clock, shinding down on the phoenix block, bitches what piece of the new kid rock, white treezy bitches please me, give me my keys and im beezy
uh so i start it off like a back flip/ my flow is like magic/and these rhymes and sylables are my tactics/Lyricaly fresher than glad plastic/ honestly id have to say i got this shit mastered.. Im DONE!
I look at the ceilin and recollect my feelins Turn to the wall and see that all the paint's peelin. Sit up- just to get out of bed sluggishly. Brush my teeth and grab the oversized thuggish T. The last short sleeve that I had in my dresser. At least I got a shirt. God's my successor. I'm disciplined to get a job and buy my own clothes. Direct TV so I can watch grown shows. And internet to hear stuff like stones throw.
yo its me eric v in the place to be you really dont wanna know me when i rap this beat its me eric v and i had to tell you twice cuz ill cook you up like rice step to me, and ud be thinkin twice ima be that top notch mc getting crazy and amazing and i dont need a gun to rap this tight because you know its alright ill have you thinking its a law to be this raw but it takes energy and clever see to be this mean and clean really tho, its just my first time wrting something dope
Exact in the fact that its zach on the track with no traction in fact a fraction of rappers are wack and I use my common sense most rappers are lackin in fact its attractive, my passion's insight for the captives Who's graspin and naggin the best of this braggin burn flesh like a dragon you rapper's recepticle's, trash can... In-audible laughin applaud me, start clappin , the obvious assassain ...
wanna hear real hip hop like Jay Electronica, Nas, B.o.B, J. Cole, Drake, and Lupe? go to youtube search box and type in "jay jay check my vision"....bringin back the days where its more about the lyrics than the instrumental
bubble gum bubble gum in the dish how many mcees must get dissed gohead wit ya wack style before i get pissed bring ya attitude nigga im bringin the 4 5th bookbag full of weed beat cds and clips bullets and chips like rainbow six gettin high on 7th street the same ole shit look upin the sky its a bird its a plane its the kid walt sick aint a damn thing changed(keep on!!!!!)
What does this coward think my flow is an Howitzer tank, crazy yanks drunk with an a thousand shanks, I'm wild to the brink like a Somali bomber I'll sniff a mile of crank, injecting pain rain dance drone strikes on flanks...I'm the c4 packed in a pipe in ya tank, a wiseguy with rank armored plated like the sides of banks...speaking poltergeist who want to be the first to die with ink, try & sink I'll give you 5 to think... you'll get beat in the head & skinned alive like a wild mink/
singur pe strazi nimic nu e nou viata este un teatru tu esti mare bou nu am flow am rime si 3 pastile iar daca le inghiti ai sa vezi prin tine nu te poti abtine faci abstractie la rime team trecut pe panou ai datorie la mine
what is this? ridiculous flows that people show interest? nonsense, mindless buffoonery remembers whos timeless, no tom foolery, also try and remember to keep your mind off the jewelry
