Lyrical Re-Up
Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 8:48 pm
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I get cash, stay on a level you couldn't step past
Ya sets ass, I'm fresh as stepping barefoot into wet grass
Ya rep smashed, my hearts gold n ya chest glass
The tech blast, leave a couple lead marks in ya sketch pad
So artistic with it, Leonardo's my first name
Paintbrush at hand, you'll end up with a worse frame
Got 'em scared to call me out, beholdin' a cursed name
But to read my text special, feels like fuckin' ya first dame
Or snortin' ya first line, bustin' ya first nine
Or realizing you were ill after spittin' ya first rhyme
See its the internal hustler, I pump adrenaline
Heart of a spartan, I'll slump a hundred-ten of 'em
And then some, run laps past a challenger
I decide the end of y'all, like the aztec calendar
Decide fates like Nostradomus, the "Prophet" name stays
Why you think I chose it? to hear Profit nampeplays?
Nah ya thinking crooked, better get ya head straight
Emerge as a hearst driver, carrying all this dead weight
Why hate? Knock ya down if ya can't withstand the king
Knock sense in you jr.'s call the kid Danny Green
I get cash, stay on a level you couldn't step past
Ya sets ass, I'm fresh as stepping barefoot into wet grass
Ya rep smashed, my hearts gold n ya chest glass
The tech blast, leave a couple lead marks in ya sketch pad
So artistic with it, Leonardo's my first name
Paintbrush at hand, you'll end up with a worse frame
Got 'em scared to call me out, beholdin' a cursed name
But to read my text special, feels like fuckin' ya first dame
Or snortin' ya first line, bustin' ya first nine
Or realizing you were ill after spittin' ya first rhyme
See its the internal hustler, I pump adrenaline
Heart of a spartan, I'll slump a hundred-ten of 'em
And then some, run laps past a challenger
I decide the end of y'all, like the aztec calendar
Decide fates like Nostradomus, the "Prophet" name stays
Why you think I chose it? to hear Profit nampeplays?
Nah ya thinking crooked, better get ya head straight
Emerge as a hearst driver, carrying all this dead weight
Why hate? Knock ya down if ya can't withstand the king
Knock sense in you jr.'s call the kid Danny Green