I got more rhymes than there's raindrops in the storm I'm a head of my time and can't wait till I'm born So I can stand strong on my ground Nobody can budge, rise I was hit by a bus 10 people on that bus got I left by a direct round you'll never be able to use your CDs for mirrors tapes level my table so many labels known differently all over the world
rise my indian name is touch as your girl made his meal to my tape and do all that it wills hold it up like trucks checking if your hunter is real the one with the skill ain't always the one with the deal cause I don't like a lot of the caps to some me I feel to self send it
rise is the baddest MC my old rise my influence my favorite rapper is me an LMC and I hope I'm starting to fad my mind states so big that I start to fad
sit is frog
sit is frog
sit is frog
sit is frog
sit is frog
sit is frog
sit is frog
around me you'll feel like less of a man and for you writing stuff your friends like am i stutter
now after hearing me rhyme they won't like you as much try your best but you'll still come
up shorter than me your girl will bring backwards for you and forward to me on players we run clinics
no saving your ass after hate when wack rappers say they hate wack rappers the fact is i'm the
man where ever i'm playing you and you're selling countries that don't understand what you're saying
niggas seeing road they're trying to fit in jeans mode but rise will make an mc fold like clean clothes
as i take over the globe influence in all facilities change rapidly behind the wall
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And that's what I hate about rap
Annoying you but mad at whoever's paying me cash
If I hear one more rapper that's a sick as a flu
I can't be held accountable for the shit I'ma do
I sit in the booth all night freaking the hits
My eyes so red that they got me and beef with the cris
To make records that'll get highly rated and bored
You never get felt you're an earthquake in New York
Keep kicking the lamest raps where you blazing tracks
But that shows only the cash that you came with clap
The same with rap for all you famous cats
An ox is 36 here the rain that's wet
Yeah didn't match how I got this to the windronic's glow
The windronic's glow
Yeah didn't match how I got this to the windmak's glow
To the windronic's glow
Yeah didn't match how I got this to the wind Sherlock
Okay, bore-ony-oe
Yeah didn't match how I got this to the windmak's glow
We Hurrah, Roah, I kill wack-wrappers and blame the voices
Blame the voices
Bars
I kill wack rappers that blame the voices
