Lyrics:
raises
My book of rhyme pages, filled with phrases that amaze
I could go on for days
First name Dante, last name Beze
Build the house of tomorrow with
the motherfucking air, right
Put your hands in the motherfucking air, see man, see man
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh
Papi way too pimply
to remember my name
Leave a mark in the history books
And change the game
By dancing on beats
Live forever this is fame
Can't help the way this music feel it's
alignment
Weeks, are flying by, I think
My eyes are dry, from cheeks, to edge of smile
If I could
Recite these rhymes just perfectly every time
I wouldn't,
misbehave
We're too bold, too rugged in our nasty ways
From dirty minds come dirty rhymes
We're not gonna beg for your time
You don't play it? That's cool
Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire
live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire's eyes
Can testify I'm the best of fly
Live your life
he won't find me in time, fucking with Bone and he liking these rhymes
We rhyme better believe it all the time, nigga we live
We straight up
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
Hip-hop is the way we live
Welcome to hip-hop culture
We stay hot like Tulsa
Knowledge Reigns Supreme, followed by a number one
These rappers they do
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
sounds
And every record, it spins around
And rotate, while the rhythm motivates
I pause once, then I hesitate
Like this, twist then change it
Another rhyme
wanted that fame in the worst way
Shit that I go through like an emotional earthquake
Making it taking the game by storm
It's my birth right
Warned
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
the mainstream. This is A&R-ville.
Where are you from?
I'm from Cadillactica, by way of the underground.
For short, the south
Saw the world pass me by like a Pharcyde sample
Had the prize upon the mantle, couldn't satiate the hunger
I had to find another way to keep from going
Kross made it jump now, When the rush come, make them get in order, then we serve'em like a lunch line, and we live by the code of the G, 10 toes my ear
you think you get respect? No
You takin' a short
Yo, you need the money, of course
You need it to live
(Yo, what you put your money on, Kris?) Yo
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
other way
But be strong and remember to pray
I fall in a deep mindset my rhymes is timeless we fight like titans the sky's still shining
And what does it
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