10. Rhythm and Circumstance
(Jimmy Carter)
Yo, yo! What up?!
We here son!
Every Sunday son!
Ya’ll didn’t even fucking know man!
Peace what up?!
We here son!
What we got for them God?
Speak on it please! PLEASE!
(Maxx 39)
Yo truthfully Imma’ do me son
Jesus Christ!
Let the Gods get something, peace
Aye yo!
Divisions of precession, I bang hardwood like Cousy
The world can just amuse me, my momma don't wanna lose me
Truthfully imma’ do me till I’m too free from the art form
Make the heart warm, start the dark storms upon the industry
Dudes ain’t fucking with our group of expertise
Young assassins on the mic, young Kanye on the beats
Ripping the papers in half, skipping the haters and dash
Spitting vapor and laugh on idiot players with cash
Scars mark my 1st comings like a teen virgin
Driven dreams I’m in between merging, make the dream certain
I'll kill a beat from H. Illa on a Wednesday, then take a nap
While you on your Mac, looking for bitches to make it clap
I’m in here creating raps, not an Emcee, I just rhyme a lot
Climb to tops when the shine is hot; make sure it’s mine and not yours
The world was giving to me by Tony
And Tommy was my homie, used to blow trees and sell Oz’s
I wrote deep; made girls want to deep throat and blow me
If only the lonely eyes could scope me through my broke sneaks
I tote the peace, promote and elope to beats of life
It’s Rhythm and Circumstance: the story that I, write…right?
(Jay-Z Scratch)
I’m from Bed-Stuy, killer with the flow
KI-Ki-Ki-Killer with the flow
KI-Ki-Ki-Killer with the flow
(Talib Kweli Scratch)
History
HI-HI-History
(History)
Right
Right
Right
Riiiiight, uh
Riiiiight, uh, uh
If it’s real that you want, then it’s real that you get
I’m as real as it get. Since a little kid
I told my niggas I ain’t going up to Boogie crib
Now look where Boogie is, it kind of get me pissed
To cee niggas that you knew tryna’ kill your ass
Ain’t no love inside the hood, so where they feel us at?
The gangs or the drugs? Are you Crip or you Blood?
But they don’t give a fuck, fronting they gon’ roll you up
Got to love money cause bitches to emotional
If you don’t feel the same, then my niggas do not fuck with you
Young and never comfortable, until I cee convertible
Plus a hundred million and the bitch looking wonderful
I prayed for that, uh I dream of that
Luis would be proud man, I wish I had my brother back
But Imma’ represent, going in until they call me back
Up to the heavens #Art7 they can’t hold us back
(History and Maxx 39)
And If you want to ride, you got to get em’ high
Henny tasting right, got me feeling nice
And I’ve be on a mission, mission
Really on a mission…mission
And we be writing rhymes, and we be puffing lai
And if you trying to hate upon us we are not the guys
Because the Gods is on a mission, mission
Peace family we on a mission…. Mission, Right, Right?
(J-Emz)
All you niggas is uniform, I’m a Black God
I’m Arden, uniquely formed, you might want to gird your loins
Cool, ready to be schooled
I could be quite annoying to a hater; to tolerate cause I’m greater
Than the average player, playing in this geometric make up
Wake up before you can’t be awoken at your wake, uh
I’m alive; wise men are made of light by the lives around me
We bound to rise with creations beyond astounding
I’m rounding up my niggas; we are an enigma
You said you understand it all but I beg to differ
You differ from a, easily described picture, we victors
I’m a rap producer, director, I’ll probably shake up the Richter…
Scale-with 808s and chromatic scales
I’m feeling unable to be killed, Kevlar over the scales
When it come to this rapping we bearing arms like hugging a grizzly
But I’m bringing peace with them Rhythm and I’m killing your misery
(Nas Scratch)
The Boogie Down
The Island of Staten
The Boogie Down
The Island of Staten
(MOP and Big Punisher Scratch)
BX!
BK!
(Lil Fame Scratch)
718!
(MOP and Big Punisher Scratch)
BX!
BK!
(History Scratch)
#Art7! They can’t hold us back
(Maxx 39)
Your ego is that which is not you, but how other people, look at you. That isn’t knowledge. When you lack that positive power with a false sense of freedom, then you are lost. As immature beings we do things that are stupid and, 90% of the time those things that you do, aren’t even for you…they’re for others and that’s a false sense of showing and proving, it’s convincing and that hurts, the self
Ahhhh
Con yo! Get me the fuck out of ******
