Einstein (feat. Jroon)

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