Word
A.P.M.
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Yea yea Wonderkeys Pen to the paper Don’t write rhymes on my Phone Brain in outer space You can find me In my zone I’m all alone it’s the way i like it When i light spliff i get excited When the flames ignited It’s so inviting Relaxed kick back no six pack Just a piff pack Don’t worry about These knuckleheads And knick knacks It’s all chit chat But most won’t get that Caught up in the hype But where’s The light? Oh let me get that Flick flick oh shit we rhyme sick Any beat doesn’t matter Who i’m with It’s Jred and Simon Quest Diamond pressed What we hear nowadays It takes a bit Til i’m impressed Style fresh Straight out the box We got it locked Wonderkeys are you home We had to knock Pencil to papyrus When i heard this Fire niceness Something inside of me sparked Not lifeless The stars aligned And put me on a path So i don’t follow That dollar sign This art is mine Two galaxies collide Combine and forever Shine As long as i continue To use this pen of mine Drip drip goes the ink On the Sheets Shits sick bro lets go halfers On a beat Chalk to side walk fire dragon Breathing heat We’re writing rhymes Wherever it may be Steadily energy Increase til the spark Turned into a flame I make music for myself first Don’t care Who complains Never point fingers And try to find who to blame I spread love Everyday Hope you do the same Word We so sick We make medicine ill I’m Tom Edison You’re venison A genuine meal Ubiquitous rhythm Our vision keeping it classic School of hard knocks A plus is the average I write rhymes u sit still bite Nails Call me Moby Dick Sit on my white whale Sink ships I’m trying to set sale You fly high riding coat tails Cash rules everything around me Surround sound loud does not astound Bound proudly from the underground Mainstream drowned A hell bound crowned king with profound Nouns inbound on clowns The beat knocking I’m home alone McKully Kulkin We got old school class But you flunking We not bluffing Like john cena we running in Circle full of jerks U the last rapper coming in Can’t stand it Demand your attention Reach for the prize We rise high ascension And you know we professional Hype team And we flex when we rest Like a pipe dream Action camera sight Right to the fight scene Hear me dirty on the mic But the hype clean You can’t cage what you can’t catch No lie You know I’m fly til I die Like a bird fight I puff pass This philosophy of my mine It’s quality then quantity It’s modestly the prime And my shine Leave a third eye blinded History reminds time not to Rewind it Word
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Written by: Frederick Brophy, Jeremy Uitvlugt
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