the rhyme king
truth.com
i want to talk rhymes nobody here likes rhyme schemes anymore
come on yall they got to be somebody on here that likes rhyme schemes as much as me.
Verse 1]
Wasn't ready to being a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fukk an acronym
Cut the fukking act like you're happy, I'm fukking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bytches straight up, up wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cuz
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[Verse 2]
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this mothafukka and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fukk, I'mma light this bytch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fukking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shytted on the mic, and like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?
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[Verse 3]
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shyt
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shyt, I lose my shyt
Ain't got shyt to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you'd better trade your fukking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdri-vers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve
Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed
And if you don't like me then fukk you!
Self es-teem must be fukking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me
I can see why the fukk I disgust you
I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze, I just go atchoo then achieve!
whachu think about them schemes on EM's new shyt? id appreciate a breakdown from ya...
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his rhyme scheme was ridiculous on that shyt
Freeway got a crazy dope rhyme pattern it goes over alot of peoples heads
cam doesnt get enough credit for his rhyme schemes and multis
if biggie and hov are considered goats by a lot of people, cam should be..
"I went to Texas people, caught wreck with people
Who had injection infected needles, some terrorist people
Baby burst the desert eagles, killa slices
Cold as the icisis, one of the trifest
Hypest to shiestest y'all run like mices in a crisis
Y'all never hear nobody did me in
I be in Lebanon with Libyans, now it's just Caribbean
I blow fukking tally on, cause I got money pals on tours
Selling big thousand on crack, smack and Tylenol
All I got's the crack option, 031's what I wrap boxing
In '89 when I was slap boxing, now I box on padlocking
And gat cocking and gat poppin', doing drive bys out the black drops
I ain't little but vicious, guns no misses
You feel me, kisses or wishes, before I break you up like dishes
fukk your bosses, my forces, it tosses
To kill all your sources you niiggaz best be cautious
No losses my fortress, is Jaguars and Porsches
Ride the OTB to check my money on the horses
My horrors is flawless, my block one of the broadest
Off the main attraction on the mighty ass chorus
That I tosses, it scorches, with out no remorses
Leave their bloody body to be counted in Mount Morris
Harlem leave you scoreless, I shoot your bytch and leave you broad less
So if you want we can start the static like a cordless"