I've been writing to this beat for about 9 years. It's my go to. Thanks for putting this up way back then. Got me through alot of venting through the years.
"I used to print out Nas' raps and tape 'em up on my wall/ My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw/ And since I wanted to draw, I used to read them in awe/ Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest velour/" -J.Cole: Let Nas Down
My brain drifts like Tokyo when grippin' the pen I can't focus, need to fill my Ritelin prescription again, For dudes with bannana clips trippin' again They slippin', I'll pop the clip in, open the bag and I'm zippin 'em in Case closed, like I latched a suitcase shut, Who hate us can can go head and chew eight nuts I'mma upcut your guts chump, leave you punch drunk like you fucked up And you upchuck ya lungs up, and ya blood run till the sun up, For any MC theres alot of time it took to rhyme Wanna see if they're real? just look inside their book of rhymes
I DON'T HAVE A BOOK,OF RHYMES-I COMING OFF THE TOP AND STAY ON MY GRIND-SO I GET IT,FROM THE BLOCC-BLOWING ON,THIS KUSH-I AIN'T NEVER GONNA STOP-AGGRAVATED FLEXING-THAT SHOULD BE,AGAINST THE LAW-
"We used to be comrads like Huey and Bobby Seale, then you went soft on me when they came with the deal/you never smacked like a weak ass pill" that's what he said
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 saying? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I found these shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liars all day Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak, This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a, what the fu? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares, (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga, naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we should of heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able to I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)
@@coryknapp5418 I'll give you 2 valid replies... 1, it's not that you need it. I, like countless others remake certain instrumentals and look for feedback. 2, like most others I put my own spin on remakes so it's not 100% the same beat
i wake up time to go thru daily routine) i see shortys wit a whole lotta cream) so im checkin the scene) no cops so im squeezin every bullet in the Mac magazine( dreams of one day of bein in the source magazine( i dodge bullets like mayweather money team) blockin out negative ive seen( while im still chasin dead faces) u can take my verse add it to yo rap pages)
wow, how i too like to bust it, scared wit the left somethn felt i lucked it, avoided for a reason and caught for another your sister queen cousin trusted. judging those there o my ground with all reflections of me how profound and more to come ill run wit none then get lifted wit it projection. yep i stumbled for now just mumble
with my book of rhymes I turn nothing to something upgrade to mansions from slumming fuck taking chances for nothing I'm making advances for duckets if's not about money in my hands then fuck it ya'll not talking about nothing so why even discuss it
let me know girl tell me wasup -- tell me if u the one we been together for months -- doing everything together we been sleeping in peace -- u find one u find the other
even brushing out r teeth -- now I'm starting to feel this supposed to be -- I'm loving to breath every time u close to me -- feeling tired baby girl put ur head on my shoulder -- u can be always be my queen I'll be ya soulja
pack ya bags boo lets go on a vaca -- feeling naughty we can do it rite here in a strange place -- this our love so forget wat they say -- we got wat they want so believe they may hate -- anytime u feel down I know u feel my sentiment -- I know u was hurt in the past so u hesitant -- to really give me all ya love 100% -- but ima make sure this love u won't regret
Look how we treat Vice in the 'hood Our value is so low our skengs are no good Things our OG's should have shown us Cause now galitter plans to burn the jail down We older almost able to make it I'm jealous of you how come you got Glama Ruger? They are saying you are youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' i can feel or see The vices of legend 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way a marvel is what some say I get upset 'I want to ride 378 heated the way you are, Like a bulendiket in this world so far wait on munute our heavenly attention I must be Galitter running from my own people
