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Crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
Crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
J to the R to the double O N
With Insanity and Jake, here we go again
And I ain't joking, no I am your king
On my way to the top and no one can stop me
No, no one can top me, and no one can hold me back
You heard I ain't the best, now tell me who told you that
Cuz I know I top them at the flow, and all the rest
Yeah, I got them in the pocket before he gets to rap
Catch your breath man
Get some rest man
I spit every fucking breath if it's my last man
If it's my last chance to murder every sentence
So got sentenced to death, does that makes sense then?
Cuz I sense it's tense, I want revenge
Against the man that offends me
That won't be friendly, yeah that is guaranteed
And the rest will see that every G is shredded by me
So rest in peace, call me a rap machine, because I smash sixteens
And I spit gasoline against my enemies, and I gain energy
Yeah from this recipe that ain't no felony, just made a masterpiece
Look, I got these crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
Crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
I'm a lion, I'm alive and I'm savage
Dynamite on the mic and the mic bashes
High at night when I finalize all the lines I write
You tryna fight for your life but you die average
Life as a kite I grind my life into the ashes I guess
So it's all just a matter of pleasures
Life on the line when I'm lighting mine with the matches
I want a million plays
I don't need no bills underneath my mattress
Undefeated, I said it
You've been seeking, I get it
You're weak and I'm at it
Come and beat it, I bet it
You've been sleeping, you bed it
I believe in mine, I need a nine to see your mind grasp it
Don't need to find blessings
Just keep the grind lasting
I'm breathing rhymes like it's just piece of mind
But this shit just keeps my mind at it
I don't see the fine carats
Talking 28
This some life lessons
Talking every way
Don't need no five mansions
Just need a pair of lanes
For me and my nephews
That's all I ever wished for, but it never came
Go fuck yourself
Rappers turning into glamour kings
Look, I got these crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
Crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
I'm raising my middle finger for every hater ever
Don't give a fuck about the fame and glamour
So fuck your favorite rapper
I put his rhyme book through a paper shredder
And make him pick up the pieces
See I'm a dick with a penis, stick it in getting diseases
Sickening, evil, and genius, see this trigger, I squeeze it
Get down on knees bitch
I came, cum shot
Look how far it reaches
It's disgusting, the way I be bussing, and I'm rubbing it in
No discussion or get fucked with this pen
You want to do it like me?
Well, good luck with that then
Because that's a dead end
And you'll end up dead like a Russian Roulette
Fuck haters
No favors
I would never sell my soul for paper
Work like labor
Rhyme maker
See these formulas I wrote and spray, berserk
I ain't done with it yet, ain't fucking with that
This is rock rap
Not trap
Nuts cracked
Nuts, wreck every motherfucker with a gun
Fuck the game up
Impregnation with a couple of raps
Look, I got these crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
Crime rhymes, rhyme in my prime time
My nine blasts that bastard, I have that mastered
Einstein mind, I'm out of mine, might crash it
Fight my mic at night, then hide in my casket
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