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Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go
home! | Go hard or go home!
Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written shit |
So cold man his tongue froze spittinâ it | Everybody wanna know
âis he gettingâ it?â | But the only way he know is to live this
shit | Years ago really, who wouldâve dreamt of it? | Overseas
doing shows really killinâ it | Young boy dreaming about the car
dealership | A bunch of hoes that want life-long memberships |
This is the realest shit, you gotta feel this shit | Been blessed
all because of the penmanship | Get dressed, do beats with
due diligence | Canât rest until the whole world hear âem spit |
You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this | So every
year you hear âem, is the year of Print | It sound mean, but dog
I donât wanna hear ya shit | My minds a machine, sometimes
you can hear it click | Who got the biggest click? I could give
a shit | I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps | I
test mics but the rhymeâs no experiment | Itâs proven through
trial and error plus experience | Rappers in they bag looking for
the biggest trick | But even in the smallest things he can hear
a hit | Isolate the main part where the spirit is | Then magnify
it in size until itâs a hit | I put things in places where they
shouldnât fit | I put drinks in my body that you shouldnât mix |
I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks | Itâs
no fucking question if I really do this shit | Bitch, I live where
the yen and yang intersect | My perfect day is to make a beat
then have sex | Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst |
Kissinâ the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did | Fuck what youâre
interest is, and what got you into this | The rhyme is the only
thing that matter to a lyricist | Thereâs no way that I can keep
going in like this | Because the good die young like Dilla did |
My progression never ends, so I can never rest | Every rhyme is
like climbing Mount Everest | Every beat is like running up stair
steps | Except I donât celebrate when I reach the crest | My
entire mind-state is to be the best | Not the hot new trend that
you think is fresh | I donât care which path is the friendliest |
Iâmma take the one that got no trace of human steps | Iâmma
tear rap down then rebuild the shit | With total disregard to if
the pieces even fit | Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar
twist | Make it feel new to you like fucking a different bitch
- Álbum:
- Vigilante Genesis
- King No Crown
- Respect The Architect
- Deleted Scenes
- Adventures In Counter-Culture
- Long Term
- Iron & Niacin
- RSE20: 20 Years of Rhymesayers Entertainment
- Adventures In Counter-Culture [Deluxe Edition]
- Adventures In Counter-Culture [Instrumental Version]
- Adventures In Counter-Culture (Clean Version)
- 1988
- So Alive
- Rhymesayers Entertainment Label Sampler