Marvelous, the microphone I be commanding. Like an infant, hungry, it be demanding. My lyrical similac, more than a mouthful. You outrapping me, dawg, that’s doubtful. About face, run and retreat, like you’re starscream. I’m elevating game when get off of this crossbeam.
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!" They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
stand back... professional rap... to your cardiac... this my new track... spark up a black... roll a wrap... and no need to roll it fat... this ish will hit ya... puff puff pass... no need to pass it back... pure lungs getting high off the contact... got the dog chilling... like scooby doo... where go the villian... i hear him... munching on kibbles and bits... yeah i spit... and i aint calling it quits... this games missing this... 10 words to a track... nah... get in your licks... problem is... these kids were raised on vines... i was raised when everybody spit dimes... i seek the mind... cause there's a war outside... better if we be unified... show what it sounds like when doves cry... and suffer in silence... i do it for kids growing up amongst violence... an Angel told me to pray... 10 years to the day... now i spray... ill intention to the fake... the games so corrupt... this the measure i take... check what i say... sit back and wait...
Three days later, I saw the doctor. He said you’re a virus, No one can stop ya. I cleansed my soul, but I still feel guilty. Brushed teeth with soap, but my rhymes still filthy. The incredible D to the A to the double D Y. Grown men start to cry. When I enter the center and outrap your sensei. Niggas get nervous, be all in a frenzay.
this isn't the instrumental, it's just intro cut and looped. There was never an instrumental of this song, EVER. Trust me I've been trying to find it for over 20 years.
back...to the dayz when we was bumpin' a-tracks/now these lyrics lack no skillz nothin' but frills/the beats are lumpy as oatmeal/wishin' i could take the time & retrospect/back in the dayz when real emcees earned respect/the old school gave me a dream/to reminisce on while melvin said the band played on/here's a new song sound the gong/and get ready for my fury of lyrics/so ill u can feel it mic amp'd out so u can hear it/speakers go boom sealin' the doom/of all new emcees
I drink ale, and act like hungry dog, Seeing smoke like white fog, who's door you r tryin' to knock? Ma door is locked, but I rocked the door of Magog, and prayed to the God, so Lord can guide me to the right road... Master of Luh
I may not be the illest on the mic/But i can flow and make it sound tight/Everyone like to say I ain't a man/They need to stop frontin and go back to their lemonade stands/Because they don't even know me and my plans/Yo always got an excuse when in a jam/I don't play with the pipes or the needles/I'm still a youngster going around being feeble/Battling mc's all night and day/Man there can't be no other way/I ain't leaving the rap game/So be on a lookout for a drastic change/
a dieing purist with no need to cure this, hip hop in my vains like a demented scientist, A cataclysmic chid with no hope of redemption, start up the sounds that prove my ilustration, fly from birth geneticaly inhanced, mic skills are natural-rhymes inbalanced, eyes open-mouth shut with 2 hands ready, 1 arms shakin while the other stays steady, is it clear to hear what im tryin to dictate, ya mind goes cloudy when you see how i operate, ***KAYFABE***
Since i heard Rakim, I wanted to be the next fiend, Tryna chase a dream, But it became a nightmare theme, If ya know what i mean, Cream was an everyday thang, The flows is like boomerang, Baby girl just doing her thang,, Kicks like Tang, In the glass, im too fast, spin around critcs like Taz, Manian, say whos the man again, Settin' dope trends, listen, To the rhythm, as the record spins, Open up ya spiritual lens, I skipped the Jag and the Benz, I rather stay focused on ends, Yo its no pretend, New york state of mind, Sike im on a houston grind, Pitch the design, now rewind, Now ya pinned, up like a sign, Youll never fine, Bars like mine, far from asinine, speak existence, From death made divine, dont get caught up in the bassline, Enticing felines, from stitch of my rhyme, Microfibers of brain, driving me hyper, Destroy the cypher, time to pay the peter piper, riper, Than the next emcee, who think he could match me, Aint no smooth operatin', so no need for debatin', Flawless victory hands begin scrapin', On the doors, from stage to the floor, People partying, saying give em some more, Rock beats, i keep it filthy like, mommies tryna milk me, But i hold knowledge supreme, Broke a dream team, Rock from my voice, and Acknowledge the microphone fiend,
All I can say is I'm me, insert the IV The beat supplies me, and nobody can try the Shit I'm on, creativity is born And as quick as it comes, it's gone But pretty soon I get that feeling, that itch So I go looking for the next high the next hit I got an illness, you could say I'm sick I need a bass line and a drum kick Find the dope man and give him my last twenty It's bad, I used up all my money
@patrick7737 back to lab, without a mic to grab so then i add all the ryhmes i had one after the other one then i make another to dis the opposite then ask if the brutha's done i get a craving like a fiend for niccotine but i dont need a cigarette, no what i mean?
Imma microphone fiend, well kind of a junky my drug of choice drops lines thats funky Stereo bumpin, good as it gets Make the girls aquafina when they get all wet So drop a bass line that'll rattle the hizzle We been sippin some 40s and we been blazin little Spittin riddles, like what dreams tall as a buildin Tear the roof off the place and you don't have any ceilin Playin on point, no Cp3 not stealin but at the same time been wheelin and dealin
microphone fiend, call what ya will, but dont make the mistake of doubtn my skill, i grip the mic, like im ready to fight, marauder of the night, drop'n lyrical insight, these others rappers be surrounded by hype, feelin themselves cuz they caught in the lime light, nuttin short of overrated, front'n like they rhymes is really complicated, emcees are a dying breed, these rappers claim'n king witout the crown know what i mean, a new era's in effect, hip-hops back in the mix put'n rappers to rest.
i'm just a fiend, for the micraphone sceen, waven my arms in the air, get the crowd to follow me, addicted to my rhmin scheme, they won't let me be, like mice an cheese, groupes at my sleve, ya got ta sweat this beat, then wype it clean, murder is commited on the stage when the mics with me, niggas all yellin, compose your rage, i'm a take stage cuz i got made,,, mic masta with mics inslaved, sharpper image made, spit in mics nothin mid grade, when i let my voice rumble, the stage will crumble,,
Emcees perspire when I respire I inspire new desires for your favorite rapper to retire flows is fresh out the fire they so expired hoes admire my whole attire when I walk in a room their eyes light up soon.when I grab the spike ice tea by the poolside. I rap rhymes that leave their mouth wide . But they should open their earlobes
i remain dormant on your door mat dont knock the hussle / Jay-Z as a door man perfect show of the present struggle / dope bars, crack fiends listen while they huddle / like an NFL Supebowl nigga dont fumble lol damn that came out worse than expected
rope chains, dope sayings, so fierce, wicked, sticking to the formula worth saving, I burst, made in America, cool cadence, soul first, any flavor I drop, worth savoring, catering to none, majoring in sun, shine over cold hearts, making them numb, and weary, I type out my feelings, you don't need to rewind me to hear me, or fear me, just read the credits, I do this for the love not for the means of making lettuce, love letters extreme, I don't need a team, no hype man, just a key board, and then I type dance, over these chords, see more, next time I visit, and rip it like a wave to the sea shore, wave my title around, like a flag, pledge allegiance to the honor I have, I bring heat like a flame to the sauna and bath...
IM a microphone fiend like you is a fiend of crack ima fiend of rap ma voice is the lighter the mic is the pipe and the beats real dope, then i'll be smokin all nite
i aint really bout that got my notebook and my lyrics, take a minute out yo time and my mind will let you hear it. take the voice out yo head and let my rhythm let you steer it, let the blunt release your my mind sink it in before you clear it. ima microphone fiend and i just might sound barbaric , but im the real deal and these others are generic, but still i haven't rose like Chicago needed derrick, and this is who i B no Rakim or no Eric! DIRTY
I get hyper, its time to write a, rhyme that grips throats like viper, in close range like a sniper, soon as i strike a, enemy no longer will he step in my cypher, i deliver these rhymes with intentions,new age hip hip i define the new deminition,u heard it before but i go hard, cruise down the vard pullin these wack rapper's cards,get lost in the vators when ur hear a tape of, mike g the rapper rapist rapeing haters,my juelz shine like a star, ill spend ur money and recline at the bar
real ligament of being indiscipline, crime is what i no and explicit actions of expensive robbing transaction's, trying to cop they're pensions, from they're rich descends, moving trucks to take everything in the mansions and be out like Clemen in tournaments
@TheBlueLightMusic first n for most u can't call yourself a dope m.c. That's supposed to be given to u by the people n if u don't believe that look at Joe buddens e.g. Wiz kalifa even soldier boy thinks he's dope...enough said cuzzin
Young nigga whos an obvious microphone fiend/ A day without the studio got me craving like morphine/ I unleash my lyrical intelligence to this incredible beat bitch/ Mentally I destroy ya physically like telekinesis/ Can't wait to spit my fix over this Rakim mix i remix/ All i need is my weed and a mic to make me unhappy without the prefix/ Yea i got bitches but why talk bout em in every song?/ Just a clear sign that you're originality is all gone/
i sound so mean dont need no team watch me ROCK HIM (rakim) CUZ IM A MICROPONE FEIND type so clean u call me AUTHOR fake dudes is gettin slaughtered i got em runnin from me like mexicans run 4 da border
Im an obsense fiend on the scene, smokin green since Ive been 13, Mary be my main bitch, way above average, I spend all my riches on her, man instead of dinner I try to get wit her. And I'll burn the whole forest down, talkin quarter pounds, talkin OG,, you dont smoke trees like me, cuz ima lumberjack, bitch, I got it like dat, fat stack of bills, from the fat sack of my girl, who keeps my eye dry, and I got a big supply cuz i like to get high.
I used to be a Fiend.. for the real smack, But I started writing rhymes and I never turned back, I never cut slack.., for those that are wack, I infiltrate their base and pile them in stacks, You wanna talk facts? Well Son I'm the baddest, I'll override your memory banks and downgrade your status, The mics gettin hot I advise ya not to grab this, You played out herb.., I've got algorithms in every single word,
hey uhmn fresh out the fridge, not katy, but definitely perry. did you forget who stole the soul son? i'd say very. why don't you run dmc on home down the streets you never knew yeah im casper white, please dont call me boo. im too short but i cast a longer dj shadow than your thumbs down comments heathens complete it and put it a song (!) too dense respect to the b, rakim, and islam.
hands move fast so the eye's can't see, lyrical content reveals my pedigree, double jointed rhymes bending thought patterns, mind manipulation catch the news as it happens, a human timebomb skills treacherous, shut down the average the filth the hideous, ******** kayfabe
hands down the best verse in hip hop history
I was a fiend way before I became a teen
Errrr..its a beat tho..
I always love the way the chrismas jingles sound
Sleigh bells my man
Average White Band's Schoolboy Crush used to STUNNING effect. So damn gooooooood.
Baddest ever 💪💪💪💪👍
Def beats for the G.O.A.T. Rakim!
So dopeee ! And a break of 5 seconds, I love it !
Marvelous, the microphone I be commanding.
Like an infant, hungry, it be demanding.
My lyrical similac, more than a mouthful.
You outrapping me, dawg, that’s doubtful.
About face, run and retreat, like you’re starscream.
I’m elevating game when get off of this crossbeam.
Bars 🔥🔥🔥
this beat kills it man
my man rips this hard
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
this beat is hard
Greatest beat ever
The would have problem with I got make remix that might just be the sick beat even Why is that be the Teacher
This beat is fuckin sick!!!
Andre Williams this is a head banger
FAXXXXXXXXXXX
Average White Band loop, eq the sleigh bells, layer the snare, dope rhymes....
Please refrain from rapping to this if you don't know what you're doing. Thanks...
stand back... professional rap... to your cardiac... this my new track... spark up a black... roll a wrap... and no need to roll it fat... this ish will hit ya... puff puff pass... no need to pass it back... pure lungs getting high off the contact... got the dog chilling... like scooby doo... where go the villian... i hear him... munching on kibbles and bits... yeah i spit... and i aint calling it quits... this games missing this... 10 words to a track... nah... get in your licks... problem is... these kids were raised on vines... i was raised when everybody spit dimes... i seek the mind... cause there's a war outside... better if we be unified... show what it sounds like when doves cry... and suffer in silence... i do it for kids growing up amongst violence... an Angel told me to pray... 10 years to the day... now i spray... ill intention to the fake... the games so corrupt... this the measure i take... check what i say... sit back and wait...
+Hiola Lapeer I was thinking the same thing.
lol
sldf FAS for real.
on God 😂😂😂😂😂😂
Timeless!!
Instant head-bobbin' action!
simply a classic!!!!!
Hardest Beat ever made
BANGIN!
Three days later, I saw the doctor.
He said you’re a virus, No one can stop ya.
I cleansed my soul, but I still feel guilty.
Brushed teeth with soap, but my rhymes still filthy.
The incredible D to the A to the double D Y.
Grown men start to cry.
When I enter the center and outrap your sensei.
Niggas get nervous, be all in a frenzay.
1:27 is the car screeching sample we’ve all heard in so many songs
This jammed since I was a kid
this isn't the instrumental, it's just intro cut and looped. There was never an instrumental of this song, EVER. Trust me I've been trying to find it for over 20 years.
K
B Side of the 12" single has an instrumental, although it's not exactly the same as the main track we all know and love.
As long as it works
Years go by... but has a better "instrumental version" been uploaded yet...?
@@UncleElEx I have a 12" with the remix & instrumental by Mark the 45 King
funky ass shit
2015 NONE OF THESE RAPPERS CAN DELIVER ON THIS TRACK ONLY 1970 AND UP
I did :D
Cassidy killed this shit
I was a fiend, before i became a teen...
Very well done!!!!
back...to the dayz when we was bumpin' a-tracks/now these lyrics lack no skillz nothin' but frills/the beats are lumpy as oatmeal/wishin' i could take the time & retrospect/back in the dayz when real emcees earned respect/the old school gave me a dream/to reminisce on while melvin said the band played on/here's a new song sound the gong/and get ready for my fury of lyrics/so ill u can feel it mic amp'd out so u can hear it/speakers go boom sealin' the doom/of all new emcees
Summer 1988. I was only 5 going on 6
AAAAAAAAAA THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!
One of my favorite beats that wasnt done by premier or pete rock
I was a teen before I became a fiend. Melted Microphones instead of cones of Ice cream.. THE GOAT. RAHKIM.
immature watch me do my thing got it from this💯🔥💯🔥💯
I drink ale, and act like hungry dog,
Seeing smoke like white fog, who's door you r tryin' to knock? Ma door is locked, but I rocked the door of Magog, and prayed to the God, so Lord can guide me to the right road...
Master of Luh
His second greatest song ever
I may not be the illest on the mic/But i can flow and make it sound tight/Everyone like to say I ain't a man/They need to stop frontin and go back to their lemonade stands/Because they don't even know me and my plans/Yo always got an excuse when in a jam/I don't play with the pipes or the needles/I'm still a youngster going around being feeble/Battling mc's all night and day/Man there can't be no other way/I ain't leaving the rap game/So be on a lookout for a drastic change/
Nice sample from AWB's "Schoolboy Crush."
a dieing purist with no need to cure this,
hip hop in my vains like a demented scientist,
A cataclysmic chid with no hope of redemption,
start up the sounds that prove my ilustration,
fly from birth geneticaly inhanced,
mic skills are natural-rhymes inbalanced,
eyes open-mouth shut with 2 hands ready,
1 arms shakin while the other stays steady,
is it clear to hear what im tryin to dictate,
ya mind goes cloudy when you see how i operate,
***KAYFABE***
Since i heard Rakim,
I wanted to be the next fiend,
Tryna chase a dream,
But it became a nightmare theme,
If ya know what i mean,
Cream was an everyday thang,
The flows is like boomerang,
Baby girl just doing her thang,,
Kicks like Tang,
In the glass, im too fast, spin around critcs like Taz,
Manian, say whos the man again,
Settin' dope trends, listen,
To the rhythm, as the record spins,
Open up ya spiritual lens,
I skipped the Jag and the Benz,
I rather stay focused on ends,
Yo its no pretend,
New york state of mind,
Sike im on a houston grind,
Pitch the design, now rewind,
Now ya pinned, up like a sign,
Youll never fine,
Bars like mine, far from asinine, speak existence,
From death made divine, dont get caught up in the bassline,
Enticing felines, from stitch of my rhyme,
Microfibers of brain, driving me hyper,
Destroy the cypher, time to pay the peter piper, riper,
Than the next emcee, who think he could match me,
Aint no smooth operatin', so no need for debatin',
Flawless victory hands begin scrapin',
On the doors, from stage to the floor,
People partying, saying give em some more,
Rock beats, i keep it filthy like, mommies tryna milk me,
But i hold knowledge supreme,
Broke a dream team,
Rock from my voice, and
Acknowledge the microphone fiend,
back to the lab with out a mic to grab
this shit super
2022
I want this as my ringback tone
All I can say is I'm me, insert the IV
The beat supplies me, and nobody can try the
Shit I'm on, creativity is born
And as quick as it comes, it's gone
But pretty soon I get that feeling, that itch
So I go looking for the next high the next hit
I got an illness, you could say I'm sick
I need a bass line and a drum kick
Find the dope man and give him my last twenty
It's bad, I used up all my money
@patrick7737 back to lab, without a mic to grab
so then i add all the ryhmes i had
one after the other one
then i make another
to dis the opposite then ask if the brutha's done
i get a craving like a fiend for niccotine
but i dont need a cigarette, no what i mean?
These youngsters don’t understand that this beat was originally from James Brown aka The Godfather Of Soul
hott!!
cox xosdi ..
paaaaaaaaaaaaa hermano nos fuimos a la baina
after 12 i'm worse than the gremlin, feed me hip hop and i'll start tremblin'
D0p3 Klassik!.. .
I WANNA ROCK SAMPLE
I'm a Benjamin fiend
Imma microphone fiend, well kind of a junky
my drug of choice drops lines thats funky
Stereo bumpin, good as it gets
Make the girls aquafina when they get all wet
So drop a bass line that'll rattle the hizzle
We been sippin some 40s and we been blazin little
Spittin riddles, like what dreams tall as a buildin
Tear the roof off the place and you don't have any ceilin
Playin on point, no Cp3 not stealin
but at the same time been wheelin and dealin
microphone fiend, call what ya will, but dont make the mistake of doubtn my skill, i grip the mic, like im ready to fight, marauder of the night, drop'n lyrical insight, these others rappers be surrounded by hype, feelin themselves cuz they caught in the lime light, nuttin short of overrated, front'n like they rhymes is really complicated, emcees are a dying breed, these rappers claim'n king witout the crown know what i mean, a new era's in effect, hip-hops back in the mix put'n rappers to rest.
lmao that shit was actually cold, over the heads of the unliving
Beat designed for god patterns only no mumble rappers allowed
my dude can you send me this beat.? thats if you have it.
jus pt up a freeverse 2 dis beat chec it out
94 BPM
sik wid it you fill me dawg....iheeee...ish ya boi in da buildin. HAHHAHA
Dope
Instrumental
Parental Advisory Explicit Content
Turn Up
Po Up
Yes
I was a fieeeeeeeend before i was a teen.
became a teen*
i'm just a fiend, for the micraphone sceen, waven my arms in the air, get the crowd to follow me, addicted to my rhmin scheme, they won't let me be, like mice an cheese, groupes at my sleve, ya got ta sweat this beat, then wype it clean, murder is commited on the stage when the mics with me, niggas all yellin, compose your rage, i'm a take stage cuz i got made,,, mic masta with mics inslaved, sharpper image made, spit in mics nothin mid grade, when i let my voice rumble, the stage will crumble,,
Toonrific Tariq fans
Yeah....you're right...he's STILL the hardest in the world, though...
thats bitin
da faq aare the jingle bells for?
hola
43 dislikes are you fuckin serious!!
Emcees perspire when I respire I inspire new desires for your favorite rapper to retire flows is fresh out the fire they so expired hoes admire my whole attire when I walk in a room their eyes light up soon.when I grab the spike ice tea by the poolside. I rap rhymes that leave their mouth wide . But they should open their earlobes
i remain dormant on your door mat dont knock the hussle / Jay-Z as a door man perfect show of the present struggle / dope bars, crack fiends listen while they huddle / like an NFL Supebowl nigga dont fumble
lol damn that came out worse than expected
rope chains, dope sayings, so fierce, wicked, sticking to the formula worth saving, I burst, made in America, cool cadence, soul first, any flavor I drop, worth savoring, catering to none, majoring in sun, shine over cold hearts, making them numb, and weary, I type out my feelings, you don't need to rewind me to hear me, or fear me, just read the credits, I do this for the love not for the means of making lettuce, love letters extreme, I don't need a team, no hype man, just a key board, and then I type dance, over these chords, see more, next time I visit, and rip it like a wave to the sea shore, wave my title around, like a flag, pledge allegiance to the honor I have, I bring heat like a flame to the sauna and bath...
Dope bars
i would like to get permission to use that instrumental in background of video how do i go about asking for it?
mee too
step it up? no use ur brain. I said in close ranger like a sniper cuz im peeping out enemies closely like im looking thru a Scope.
So far
i wonder what eric b's workflow looked like
SUPREME MEGATRON Yes he did
IM a microphone fiend
like you is a fiend of crack
ima fiend of rap
ma voice is the lighter
the mic is the pipe
and the beats real dope, then i'll be smokin all nite
Imagine nwa on this beat
I would luv to hear Life is Too $hort accappella over this beat
how the hell can any 1 hate this instrumental or the lyrics to this shit here you gotta be taking sum crazy house medz not to be feeling this
What's your email bro I want you to hear what I've recorded to this
GIBT EUCH DEN SHIT LEUTEEE !!! JAWOOOLLLL !!!!!!!
Will yall quit puttin ya freestyles in the comments, thats what ya page is for, put it on there
lmao
i aint really bout that got my notebook and my lyrics,
take a minute out yo time and my mind will let you hear it.
take the voice out yo head and let my rhythm let you steer it,
let the blunt release your my mind sink it in before you clear it.
ima microphone fiend and i just might sound barbaric ,
but im the real deal and these others are generic,
but still i haven't rose like Chicago needed derrick,
and this is who i B no Rakim or no Eric!
DIRTY
Y tenso
i dont post my rhymes on CZcams
2017 Yukon beat
DRE Williams nope 80s
But hold up its not what it seems
I'm not talking crack or even weed
You see this is exactly what I mean
When I say that I'm a microphone fiend
no wat u tlkin bout?
I get hyper, its time to write a, rhyme that grips throats like viper, in close range like a sniper, soon as i strike a, enemy no longer will he step in my cypher, i deliver these rhymes with intentions,new age hip hip i define the new deminition,u heard it before but i go hard, cruise down the vard pullin these wack rapper's cards,get lost in the vators when ur hear a tape of, mike g the rapper rapist rapeing haters,my juelz shine like a star, ill spend ur money and recline at the bar
lol this should just be called eric b microphone fiend
real ligament of being indiscipline, crime is what i no and explicit actions of expensive robbing
transaction's, trying to cop they're pensions, from they're rich descends, moving trucks to take everything in the mansions and be out like Clemen in tournaments
@TheBlueLightMusic first n for most u can't call yourself a dope m.c. That's supposed to be given to u by the people n if u don't believe that look at Joe buddens e.g. Wiz kalifa even soldier boy thinks he's dope...enough said cuzzin
Young nigga whos an obvious microphone fiend/
A day without the studio got me craving like morphine/
I unleash my lyrical intelligence to this incredible beat bitch/
Mentally I destroy ya physically like telekinesis/
Can't wait to spit my fix over this Rakim mix i remix/
All i need is my weed and a mic to make me unhappy without the prefix/
Yea i got bitches but why talk bout em in every song?/
Just a clear sign that you're originality is all gone/
Just found out Immature remade this song lmao
i sound so mean dont need no team watch me ROCK HIM (rakim) CUZ IM A MICROPONE FEIND type so clean u call me AUTHOR fake dudes is gettin slaughtered i got em runnin from me like mexicans run 4 da border
Im an obsense fiend on the scene, smokin green since Ive been 13, Mary be my main bitch, way above average, I spend all my riches on her, man instead of dinner I try to get wit her. And I'll burn the whole forest down, talkin quarter pounds, talkin OG,, you dont smoke trees like me, cuz ima lumberjack, bitch, I got it like dat, fat stack of bills, from the fat sack of my girl, who keeps my eye dry, and I got a big supply cuz i like to get high.
puto rap de paranollas
I used to be a Fiend.. for the real smack, But I started writing rhymes and I never turned back, I never cut slack.., for those that are wack, I infiltrate their base and pile them in stacks, You wanna talk facts? Well Son I'm the baddest, I'll override your memory banks and downgrade your status, The mics gettin hot I advise ya not to grab this, You played out herb.., I've got algorithms in every single word,
hey uhmn fresh out the fridge, not katy, but definitely perry.
did you forget who stole the soul son? i'd say very.
why don't you run dmc on home down the streets you never knew
yeah im casper white, please dont call me boo.
im too short but i cast a longer dj shadow than your thumbs down comments
heathens complete it and put it a song (!) too dense
respect to the b, rakim, and islam.
hands move fast so the eye's can't see,
lyrical content reveals my pedigree,
double jointed rhymes bending thought patterns,
mind manipulation catch the news as it happens,
a human timebomb skills treacherous,
shut down the average the filth the hideous,
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kayfabe