rhyme again Yo, so then I bust 'em down with verbs and nouns Bombing they brain cells like herb Words attacking like a german hound We spark a freestyle
spot you're at Learn the skill and go to the top of that Cercle Rouge definitely rockin in rap KRS-One I got your back Chorus KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
swollen with knots Brother fucking up in school so I told him to stop Cause if the coach see your grades he aint holding your spot I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks
ripped like a cardboard Because you watch gangsta flicks, you write rhymes, don't mean you're hardcore I'm so devine when I flow and rhyme I blow your
nigga I'm me nigga [Verse 2:] Big dick, bitch, big balls We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul The same kind that aim 9's, insane conscious Then we get rid of +The Rock
Manifesto, this is what we want to see happen For my peoples still breakin' graf writin' and rappin' I rock the mic right and exact, my life's my sacrifice
With papes and props to get You was the only one with a mic in your hand Claiming you rocked the shit Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that Jack rhymes
slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock
airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme
cos rhyme pays And I know this heist where we can jack some sine waves They're mainly small timers, freestylers Street urchins and beat merchants, none of them real rhymers
CDs out right now [50 Cent:] I hate when the freestyles be on the records Flex I hate that [Lloyd Banks:] You won't hear none of them rhymes Those are practice rhymes
do both Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's
room listenin to Kaljada My rhymes never dramatize, applied for the job of rap, nigga But I was over-qualified Apoligize to my girl and my kid Told '
back like the Jedi, from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
Cats gave daps and formal introductions of rap names As I made my way to the center I heard this kid bustin He flipped dope syllables and colloquialisms line after line Rhyme
suckers Are now lookin' from under me Wonder'n what i did I didn't play myself kid I respected my faans And made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes
driver, who's comin liver? Kid and Play, Play and Kid, two survivors Kid on the mic, add Play to make it greater It's see you later alligator when Wiz rocks