Once again, im still chilling. the rythm still in 'em, Get on down if you still wid'em, the skys the limit, my cakes infinite cuz im in it to win it, hit it and split it, ima sell another dime- ill be back in a minute, Listen kid, Listen Kid, Im infinite. Hey, I'm...i'm... im infinite X2
It's the freshest to ever get connected with tha m-i-c, all eyes on me, this right here's another h-i-t, nobody but me beside of me, find me riding, shining- taking over the dynasty. Rappers sellin they soul like its a commodity,Killuminati- man, Im tryna become somebody, so in the future I can stray away from poverty, and I pray to get away to better days honestly, dont even question why we resorting to armed robbery. the government owes every hood an apology, You suckas get brought up in the game hardly, I know you all hear me- I'm lyrically slaughtering, My flow be crucial to life, like an artery. You dudes is silly, im after a milli like Carter 3. When my stuff gets bumped, Punk I finish you up, son, I finish a dutch, maybe Spend some more bucks, with Alise in the cup, If I say I wanna converse, know it ain't about chucks. In the lab, im back to hittin 'em up, Dishing songs,like I get rid of 'em slugs, Penetrating ya lungs, when I put on with my finishing touch. On that Big l status, dawg im talking platinum plus, Ask the clubs, got ratings coming after us, why you giving out hate, you should be showing some love? Homie, You mad for what? Your reaction got me laughing much, You could never find a badder thug. (Huh) But i gotta slow my roll, Lord knows what the future gon' hold, hold up- I think I just hit my zone- now the truth is exposed. My strategy is to keep it in line- X's and O's, What's doper than my rhymes? Homie, im outta control, got my foot up on the pettle, I got that vibe that make ya girl tingle, the shit i get into, is monumental- so why you still on that same single? Come on now this shits getting to simple, Truth occupying instrumentals- something like loitering, with lyrics that leave you hung like an ornament, Half-way through a forty, wondering what in life is really important? Friends or endorsements? Society is lossed and Shawty slower to get pregnant than to have that abortion, Seems I cant cop a portion of fortune, without critics talking more shit, and haters Blowing everything outta proportion, Yo, This a forewarning, I grill on 'em whenever i go, no George forman. Yo, I could give up now, but what would that do for me? Be sure too bring your whole army, if you wanna get gory,find me chyllin' at the crib like cory, Made money rain and now its pouring and storming, true story, I'm the father of rap tunes, you could go and ask maurie-Povich, Im the coldest, in it less than half a year- somehow i feel the oldest, in case you didn't notice, moneys the inspiration, music is my motive, all verses aint shit- unless its me that wrote it, when i riff, My lectures come extra thick double coated, I unload it, hear 'em spitting my lyrics, saying they just tryna quote it. To me, That shit's just pathetic, got so much weight on my shoulders, this shits gettin' hectic, and I aint even gotta mention, im all about poetics, Leave you trembling by the sentences in my final edit, If I said it, then I meant it. Saying you hit 'em with the 4-5th, emptied out a full clip, homie that's some bullshit. You had your finger on the trigger, but you wuz scared to pull it. This aint no ordinary hood shit, This some sweet knowledge, from a deep artist, for young street kings, forget doubter's and all the problems they bring, cuz my presence is still felt when im up out of this thing, yea, the flow so good looking, that it got the whole hood lookin', plus im about my city like b-i-g repped brooklyn, Rest in peace to you, for he lounging now heavenly, with no need for hate, and no reason for weaponry, My rhyming is like a remedy, for good and bad entities, eating you alive like acid, i can break it down chemically. You could tell I'm a leader by my misdemeaner, puffin' on that leaner, Packin nenas, I was blind to see you let the money come between us? Then you stormed outta my life like hurricane Katrina, But I learned things, and switched up my game like it changes seasons, Sicker than sars, shorty, come take a ride with a star, Im clearly raw, Coming with bars just as Nasty as nas, because when I record- son, I will live you in awe, them rappers suckin' real hard, like straws, strapped with semis and all, My clip revolve, which make you do a summersault, I expand alot when I jot with jams extra hot, go connect the dots, I live and breathe hip-hop, My spot is plotted at the tip top and Ima take a quick break, soon as the chorus knock.
Chorus
-Truth
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50 cent - outta control
friiki 11 months ago
name of instrumental???.... :)
BBeatMarcuZ26 1 year ago