Lyrics:
But you will get by as long as you give it your best
And nobody really knows how much you will have suffered to get here
But the end is near for
when I hold my silence
But the way of this environment designing my rhyme
To plot some violence, bitches be screaming like Sirens
I’ll be spitting some
thought, that’s on the menu
Man doesnt live by bread alone
But a word rooted in love is like that butterfly letting go
It's early in the morning
You know
so it drops out
So I had to write my rhymes around the beats
Niggas take the beats and make the beats around the rhymes
I did it the opposite way
style from?
(Wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned)
Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
I wake you up and as I
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin' till the page inkin'
My 16
just to prove my skill
Juice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's selfexplaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when I
just to prove my skill
Juice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's selfexplaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when I
ain't really the s***
They simply farting
By the way I've been disheartened
That's why I started
I noticed that ninety-nine percent of Black artists
Take
the memoirs, the lyric and the prose
I am the rhyme arena in the fire
My way is through the thick of it the jungle
I am the song you can only hear without thus
and we down by 3
Why am I acting like it’s all on me And we down by 3 going in ot dawg
Too many times that I wrote these rhymes in my mind but I’m stuck
suffocation
Wrist work
Whipping up rhymes until my wrist hurt
If any rapper stepping this way
Is getting this work
Heart filled with hatred in this hiphop
on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that
Twenty five years old still tryin' to make a livin' off a
one live then they're only slugs give a nigga
Fuck holes in my chest took my last
soul controller, Rakim"
"Set it off, yo, the saga begins"
"Still say a rhyme after the next one"
"The saga begins"
"The soul controller, Rakim"
This is Lyte, and I'm just here to say
That I choose to express my feelings this way
Always alone, either with a microphone
Or just plainly
new ways
I'm lifting up my God's praise
I, I always got Him by my side
I'll dry, dry all this water from my eyes
Oh, hi, hi, yes, I'm here to win this
to swipe from Mike it’s no cigar
I be the type to strike like lightening ‘til they’re sighting stars
I’m redefining my rhyming and find new ways to switch my
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
spoke of kids on the coast
And different types of organic soap
And the way suicides don't leave notes,
Then we spoke of Loraine, always back
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
they never died
They live inside as I walk around the sun one more time
And figure out a way to leave a little more space in between my rhymes
We have
drink it all up
Now you got the fusion Black
I think about the days of way
When everybody actually played
And the funk rhymes slave
You know what I live
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