the Rips and the Rhymes
Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:20 am
just a key i wrote the "Still D.R.E" beat by dr. dre
(its better to read if you got the beat playing or know the beat)
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let me, rise.. from my feet to the sky, most rap's comerical,
i aint lie. people buy studio thugs, and think they fly..
but i,..... fucking hope they die, no lie just lyrical spits
to spiritual lifts the myrical kid, spittin with fury of fists
its clearly the shit you hear me its lit cuz your materials shit
an i never spit, inferior script, im the M.D.. descriping the
sickness, lay witness, the critics ll see im pushing limits
inhibit, with, lion like fitness, a cynic but myteriously a saint
i taint your kids when im true an frank, the tank shootin at banks
not for cash, but for a matter of fate, i scatter the state the
bastard you hate, but cant get over, just no the, truth comes out
when you run house, lynchin bankers like yo my nouce is out
i shoot than bounce, only cause them troops are out, i....
move my mouth, for the youth and found that the youth is dead
the truth is said in a cruise movement, through ya head
causin more conflict than, blue n red.. standing on a hill
saying who is next? i move n flex a complex vet, on the curve
observe my swerve when i walk on this earth.. and merge
my words with the next verse, i emerse my rhymes in my dreams
alligning my speach to woah and awe, you know its raw
if you go to hell i say go with god, evil, deceitful i will
lead you, to the end theres no defense so dont pretend
i dont come out, with the dopest blend, my focus rends
my enemies unstable, words fatal, and im willing and able
to disable your cables, so no one can come and save you
be grateful, i gave you a death, that wasnt too painfull
uppin for feed,
(its better to read if you got the beat playing or know the beat)
.
.
.
let me, rise.. from my feet to the sky, most rap's comerical,
i aint lie. people buy studio thugs, and think they fly..
but i,..... fucking hope they die, no lie just lyrical spits
to spiritual lifts the myrical kid, spittin with fury of fists
its clearly the shit you hear me its lit cuz your materials shit
an i never spit, inferior script, im the M.D.. descriping the
sickness, lay witness, the critics ll see im pushing limits
inhibit, with, lion like fitness, a cynic but myteriously a saint
i taint your kids when im true an frank, the tank shootin at banks
not for cash, but for a matter of fate, i scatter the state the
bastard you hate, but cant get over, just no the, truth comes out
when you run house, lynchin bankers like yo my nouce is out
i shoot than bounce, only cause them troops are out, i....
move my mouth, for the youth and found that the youth is dead
the truth is said in a cruise movement, through ya head
causin more conflict than, blue n red.. standing on a hill
saying who is next? i move n flex a complex vet, on the curve
observe my swerve when i walk on this earth.. and merge
my words with the next verse, i emerse my rhymes in my dreams
alligning my speach to woah and awe, you know its raw
if you go to hell i say go with god, evil, deceitful i will
lead you, to the end theres no defense so dont pretend
i dont come out, with the dopest blend, my focus rends
my enemies unstable, words fatal, and im willing and able
to disable your cables, so no one can come and save you
be grateful, i gave you a death, that wasnt too painfull
uppin for feed,