Rhyme or Die

Lyrics

[Chorus: Tree Williams] One [?] One mic And it flow through my body [?] And you feel it Cause it's the realest Oh Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Oh Oh Oh Oh Rhyme or die [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Check me out, The ink is my blood The paper's my skin Any ill producer can make me a skeleton The words is my veins, the concept's my heart My brain is the frame, without that I would fall apart The flow is my lungs, inhale with a kick Exhale over the drums the mic is my tongue The fans is my ears, I'll never lose site The haters make it clear, I'm doing everything right The bass is my emotion, my feelings run deep The vocals my hands, and they touch you when I speak The pop screans my glands, the mic stands my feet The comp is my stomach, cause that's what I eat The studio's the hospital, in which I was born Pro tools the operating table I was on Music's the only reason that I'm alive So I mean this literally, not lyrically, I rhyme or die [Chorus: Tree Williams] One [?] One mic And it flow through my body [?] And you feel it Cause it's the realest Oh Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Oh Oh Oh Oh Rhyme or die [Verse 2: Papoose] If these niggas don't rhyme, they die We gon blind they eye I hope them niggas cry blood every time they cry Make the crime rate rise, when we line they [?] Debo'ing all these niggas like that Friday guy [?] No content, no substance blase blah [?] You can hear the nonsense when you rewind they lines Say they got food for thought, I despise they lies You got pork on your fork cause it's swine they try King of New York, wish you would say what's mine ain't mine Having you talking through the wire, you the Kanye kind The photo wasn't fully developed, now it's a clear picture Colt 45 in your face, like a beer sipper Body bag sound like a goose with a hand zipper [?] yeah yeah nigga You see my kind once in a while, I'm a rare killer White sheet over your face, like a klan member nigga [Chorus: Tree Williams] One [?] One mic And it flow through my body [?] And you feel it Cause it's the realest Oh Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Oh Oh Oh Oh Rhyme or die [Verse 3: Ransom] Either you rhyming or dieing[?] Inside of a mining cave, vision of a dieing slave And you smelling like a steak inside a lion cage Maried to the game, let it ring, that's when I engage Them diamonds in that watch, that's what Imma praize Show up at your house with white sheets and all kind of K's I'm guessing you ain't gotta a clue klux 30 niggas dressed in white T's get your crew cut [?] Rhyme or die at your gravesite, watching [?] So fuck all the time stars will shine Amy Winehouse killer with [?] [?] I guess the niggas never understood it, right How I'm living bad, but I'm doing good [?] I shoot for the stars [?] [?] nigga [Chorus: Tree Williams] One [?] One mic And it flow through my body [?] And you feel it Cause it's the realest Oh Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Rhyme or die Oh Oh Oh Oh Rhyme or die