Lyrics:
stick in with the mission
If they brickin or they hittin'
If they missin' or they swishin'
Cause I know I'm never quittin'
It's just in my intuition
It's
included rhymes into my prayers
But that rhyme is all on paper, I want my song on vinyl plates
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows, makin' my niggas spines
organic or my health might suffer
As I grew old I was told to be tougher
Gotta shoot the five to survive but I'm a rapper
No doubt, if the shots ring out,
Applying more pressure I'm checking my gauges
I learn from a book y'all just flipping through pages
Can't help but to rhyme like my rhythm in stages
Make
computer rhymes get physical
I walk low and howl with no afro
X with a bald head like Fidel Castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two
the people
It's my life
and I don't need to get signed to rhyme
It's my time
Seven minutes in heaven
Seven till it's eleven
Dark minds in late nights
Head-on
in my hands
She skim my universe so I enlighten her skin
Baby you gotta dig deep if I'ma dive deeper
We like a synchronized creature
Olympians from
courtesy this time
Old McDonald had a Zack
But thought it would be strange
To see if Zack could attack the rap game
In the exact way
He attacks shame
I
to make a case
Despite if you love or hate, my talents are on display
January to December, I gotta 365 page agenda
Sun rose and through the sunset, did we
to make a case
Despite if you love or hate, my talents are on display
January to December, I gotta 365 page agenda
Sun rose and through the sunset, did we
bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme
If I had to say goodbye tonight
And start over again
If I lost the one thing I did right
Like dust in the wind
I know it isn't easy like
A child's
To usurp my prose you so and so
It's my primary bone of contention
I tell you everybody I've had it
With all these people with static
I'll go insane if it
had a mansion full of blonde chicks
If adultery was a felony
Then Clinton would be a convict
Put you in the same position
And let's see what you'd
by someone else and you know they bit
All in the way, just little obstacles
Chew em up, spit em out, just like popsicles
Suckers out of my way,
Look, Imma tell you bout my life
Imma tell you about my life
What's wrong in it, what's right
That long linen I tried to
Fight but then I died
I
thoughts of sin
Make me the bluest
Till God stepped in and He made a way
Fought the battle by my side
Put decay away
I was walking down the road with no
'm eccentric 'cause I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk, I ask
"What? What?
of refraining this excellence I'm too sublime
Break it down for you in a nursery rhyme
Saying Fe Fi Fo Fum the giant named Xotic is here now here I come
Mary had
with the slide
And the hammer for spring cleanin'
Blood on the record
Splatter in seconds
My heart beatin'
If you ever had a doubt
Counted me out
Kicked
thought I was a criminal
Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical
It's essential to my path, it's my limit
But I go overboard by the time that I finish
let one in
So, I leap that tasty treat in my reclining ejector seat unscathed, unmarked by sin
Either I am getting taller or the ground is growing
a nursery rhyme
Hearing you cry
Seeing me leave, seeing you cry
You never knew what I mean
You never try, to see the world how I see
I see you fly
And you
Kick the same rhymes, play the same games
To watch my back, but ain't no vics here
Bring in the new--that tune was last year
In strode the baby brother,
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