Rain Drops

Lyrics

I got a monster's mystic with this music Don't even confuse it Awon will abuse it Hip Hoppers will lose it Foes approach friendly Flow like it's ten of me What's gotten into me? Purple or Hennessy? Sick its no remedy Lyricism supremacy Sleep with the enemy Semi slice up your memory Fierce I'm so gutter Flow is so butter Smooth the soul brother Slide in your baby's mother I'm a bad mamma jammer Nice with this grammar Ill with this hammer Skills for you bammas Slick like Mayweather Sip Goose with Grey feathers The starter I play better For the MJ cheddar And haters too analytical with my data Fuck the majors You can savor the nature Of mind, body, and soul Parallel to my pole position Within one listen It's a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold It's a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold In the streets I'm like drugs The flow entice thugs Peeps they show love And haters they show blood They ain't getting no grub I'm eating they food My swagger is rude They say I'm a conceited dude Burn rappers like fat to ripped fuel Clapping this tool Vegitize your brain Put it on ooze Molecular beats stay in a jeep Sunk in the seat A poet for the streets The underground makes me unique Complete with a welterweight boxers physic The heat I display leave rappers in dismay Going back to Curtis Mayfield and Roberta Flack The tracks are food for the soul Grooves in control By a pilot working on a low wack diet Try it, when I drop the cd You might buy it Till then, my only friend is my pad and my pen Like Bill and Sydney Let's Do It Again It's a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold It's a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold So in conclusion Decipher the lyrical Niggas don't want it Miracles and mirages Metaphorical ménages My rap entourage is Deep like the Corleone's I spit these holy poems Ghetto Bibles in my dome The scripture will hit ya Like 16 shots from a 40 Cal Glock Wack niggas getting rocked Like freebase the raw and uncut From my gut Treat the mic like a slut And have my way with it One of the dopest lines to date You know that A spit it In the words of Tiffy the Gift Homie play with it Sipping 1800 puffin a black and mild Calm, cool, and collected Just like my rapping style Hip Hop form every aspect I'm catching mad wreck Treat it like a zoo Because chicks give me giraffe neck Competing with a few And I'm not far from the throne Emcees like funerals service em going home It's on It's a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold It's a millennium thug with a seventies soul Lyrically keep the streets in control Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold To paint a picture while my glory is sold