They always asking me to
Check em out but
I can't hear a thing from the pad that they writing on or the screen that they typing on
They yet to spit out loud so
Until then I ain't checking shit out uh
Put down your pads
Put down your pen
Put your ears to ground
And hear the rhymes
That we slaying
This beat
Fail to contain
All the heat
That we spraying
All the fiends
Enslaving themselves
To the gear of the 3
No better picture to paint
Than the riches and wealth
Holy like some saints
Mean like the devil
Making these girls repent
Who on our level
Another unanswered question
From out of my mind
Who even testing
A brother from the brethren
Who never buckle under the pressure
But still bombs on the beat
Putting the butter to bread working overtime
Not a sign of retreat
We here to eat
Set the tables bring the chef in to
Make our acquaintance
And let it be known that
If the food ain't up to standard the
The standard procedure
Would be to
Feed em to the streets
Full of freaks into freaky shit
They ain't playing with your heart
They eating it
They always asking me to check em out
But I cant hear a thing from the pad that they writing on
Or the screen that they're typing on
They yet to spit out loud
So till then, I ain't checking out shit
Yeah check it
Flows is so electric
If I were to compile all the styles I've manifested
The line would go for miles in every filed direction
Not a hope that I would hide when their writers come round checking
That everything's in order
I'll further stress the border
Y'all impressed with all the densest
That's incentive to go harder
And attack with all my rhymes
I'm a master of these lines
I'm a man, that's by design
But I'm a god in this disguise
No more problems gon arise
Once I've got the things I write about
When I write them out, I grasp the pen real tight and now
I gotta back my words up on the mic
A couple verses every night
Just rehearsed this in my mind
Feel like murdering the competition
From birth, been in the wrong position
But I won't stop my mission
Till I know just what I'm fishing for
This gon take long, I'm wishing
That I'd never lost the vision
F*ck being modest, this is
Everything hip hop was missing
Hypocrisy done distanced
Posses from the fiends they listen
Popping pills, decieving bitches
Chomping grills and stealing rhythms
They won't be stealing this one
Flaunting bills and feeding children
The shit that they believe in
Sickness spreads, try not to breathe in now
They always asking me to check em out
But I cant hear a thing from the pad that they writing on
Or the screen that they're typing on
They yet to spit out loud
So till then, I ain't checking out shit
I'm working on my flow now
Got no products of my own yet
Yet I keep my aim on
Got no fame or favours
Still I stay on
Every beat I lay on, from the heavens I hear Jesus Christ
Claiming that i slayed it
Saying to his pops this his favourite
Still you f*ckers will not say it
Till the day I really really make it
Then ya begging for a feature for a bit of peace
I will never conform
I will force the game to mold and reform till it suits me
With a bow tie too
I've got a bird's eye view cos I fell from heaven
Alongside lucifer too
So with my new lease on life
Imma see that this new wave is dead
I will not stop till the day that I die
With a handful of fake rappers scalps in my hand
I heard that you the man
So imma prove that you can't possibly be
How can you hardly see that hip hop is defined by thee
Im sick and tired you don't recognise the 3
Give the power to me
I do that myself with the words that I speak
When I murder the beat, hurting nobody
But the weak posed as giants
Take your defeat with dignity
There's no pride in dying on your knees
If you a fighter like me please join the riot you see
It's the power in the people that cannot be beaten
Unity is what defines our freedom
And it's about time we break out
This rap game is weak now we need to revive it
This passion for change spreading through me like a virus
I'm heating up like I got a fever, I'm ill but that's just the fire
Inside me finally igniting, im rallying all writers
F*ck mumble rap, this the 3 checking out
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They always asking me to
Check em out but
I can't hear a thing from the pad that they writing on or the screen that they typing on
They yet to spit out loud so
Until then I ain't checking shit out uh
Put down your pads
Put down your pen
Put your ears to ground
And hear the rhymes
That we slaying
This beat
Fail to contain
All the heat
That we spraying
All the fiends
Enslaving themselves
To the gear of the 3
No better picture to paint
Than the riches and wealth
Holy like some saints
Mean like the devil
Making these girls repent
Who on our level
Another unanswered question
From out of my mind
Who even testing
A brother from the brethren
Who never buckle under the pressure
But still bombs on the beat
Putting the butter to bread working overtime
Not a sign of retreat
We here to eat
Set the tables bring the chef in to
Make our acquaintance
And let it be known that
If the food ain't up to standard the
The standard procedure
Would be to
Feed em to the streets
Full of freaks into freaky shit
They ain't playing with your heart
They eating it
They always asking me to check em out
But I cant hear a thing from the pad that they writing on
Or the screen that they're typing on
They yet to spit out loud
So till then, I ain't checking out shit
Yeah check it
Flows is so electric
If I were to compile all the styles I've manifested
The line would go for miles in every filed direction
Not a hope that I would hide when their writers come round checking
That everything's in order
I'll further stress the border
Y'all impressed with all the densest
That's incentive to go harder
And attack with all my rhymes
I'm a master of these lines
I'm a man, that's by design
But I'm a god in this disguise
No more problems gon arise
Once I've got the things I write about
When I write them out, I grasp the pen real tight and now
I gotta back my words up on the mic
A couple verses every night
Just rehearsed this in my mind
Feel like murdering the competition
From birth, been in the wrong position
But I won't stop my mission
Till I know just what I'm fishing for
This gon take long, I'm wishing
That I'd never lost the vision
F*ck being modest, this is
Everything hip hop was missing
Hypocrisy done distanced
Posses from the fiends they listen
Popping pills, decieving bitches
Chomping grills and stealing rhythms
They won't be stealing this one
Flaunting bills and feeding children
The shit that they believe in
Sickness spreads, try not to breathe in now
They always asking me to check em out
But I cant hear a thing from the pad that they writing on
Or the screen that they're typing on
They yet to spit out loud
So till then, I ain't checking out shit
I'm working on my flow now
Got no products of my own yet
Yet I keep my aim on
Got no fame or favours
Still I stay on
Every beat I lay on, from the heavens I hear Jesus Christ
Claiming that i slayed it
Saying to his pops this his favourite
Still you f*ckers will not say it
Till the day I really really make it
Then ya begging for a feature for a bit of peace
I will never conform
I will force the game to mold and reform till it suits me
With a bow tie too
I've got a bird's eye view cos I fell from heaven
Alongside lucifer too
So with my new lease on life
Imma see that this new wave is dead
I will not stop till the day that I die
With a handful of fake rappers scalps in my hand
I heard that you the man
So imma prove that you can't possibly be
How can you hardly see that hip hop is defined by thee
Im sick and tired you don't recognise the 3
Give the power to me
I do that myself with the words that I speak
When I murder the beat, hurting nobody
But the weak posed as giants
Take your defeat with dignity
There's no pride in dying on your knees
If you a fighter like me please join the riot you see
It's the power in the people that cannot be beaten
Unity is what defines our freedom
And it's about time we break out
This rap game is weak now we need to revive it
This passion for change spreading through me like a virus
I'm heating up like I got a fever, I'm ill but that's just the fire
Inside me finally igniting, im rallying all writers
F*ck mumble rap, this the 3 checking out
Check em out but
I can't hear a thing from the pad that they writing on or the screen that they typing on
They yet to spit out loud so
Until then I ain't checking shit out uh
Put down your pads
Put down your pen
Put your ears to ground
And hear the rhymes
That we slaying
This beat
Fail to contain
All the heat
That we spraying
All the fiends
Enslaving themselves
To the gear of the 3
No better picture to paint
Than the riches and wealth
Holy like some saints
Mean like the devil
Making these girls repent
Who on our level
Another unanswered question
From out of my mind
Who even testing
A brother from the brethren
Who never buckle under the pressure
But still bombs on the beat
Putting the butter to bread working overtime
Not a sign of retreat
We here to eat
Set the tables bring the chef in to
Make our acquaintance
And let it be known that
If the food ain't up to standard the
The standard procedure
Would be to
Feed em to the streets
Full of freaks into freaky shit
They ain't playing with your heart
They eating it
They always asking me to check em out
But I cant hear a thing from the pad that they writing on
Or the screen that they're typing on
They yet to spit out loud
So till then, I ain't checking out shit
Yeah check it
Flows is so electric
If I were to compile all the styles I've manifested
The line would go for miles in every filed direction
Not a hope that I would hide when their writers come round checking
That everything's in order
I'll further stress the border
Y'all impressed with all the densest
That's incentive to go harder
And attack with all my rhymes
I'm a master of these lines
I'm a man, that's by design
But I'm a god in this disguise
No more problems gon arise
Once I've got the things I write about
When I write them out, I grasp the pen real tight and now
I gotta back my words up on the mic
A couple verses every night
Just rehearsed this in my mind
Feel like murdering the competition
From birth, been in the wrong position
But I won't stop my mission
Till I know just what I'm fishing for
This gon take long, I'm wishing
That I'd never lost the vision
F*ck being modest, this is
Everything hip hop was missing
Hypocrisy done distanced
Posses from the fiends they listen
Popping pills, decieving bitches
Chomping grills and stealing rhythms
They won't be stealing this one
Flaunting bills and feeding children
The shit that they believe in
Sickness spreads, try not to breathe in now
They always asking me to check em out
But I cant hear a thing from the pad that they writing on
Or the screen that they're typing on
They yet to spit out loud
So till then, I ain't checking out shit
I'm working on my flow now
Got no products of my own yet
Yet I keep my aim on
Got no fame or favours
Still I stay on
Every beat I lay on, from the heavens I hear Jesus Christ
Claiming that i slayed it
Saying to his pops this his favourite
Still you f*ckers will not say it
Till the day I really really make it
Then ya begging for a feature for a bit of peace
I will never conform
I will force the game to mold and reform till it suits me
With a bow tie too
I've got a bird's eye view cos I fell from heaven
Alongside lucifer too
So with my new lease on life
Imma see that this new wave is dead
I will not stop till the day that I die
With a handful of fake rappers scalps in my hand
I heard that you the man
So imma prove that you can't possibly be
How can you hardly see that hip hop is defined by thee
Im sick and tired you don't recognise the 3
Give the power to me
I do that myself with the words that I speak
When I murder the beat, hurting nobody
But the weak posed as giants
Take your defeat with dignity
There's no pride in dying on your knees
If you a fighter like me please join the riot you see
It's the power in the people that cannot be beaten
Unity is what defines our freedom
And it's about time we break out
This rap game is weak now we need to revive it
This passion for change spreading through me like a virus
I'm heating up like I got a fever, I'm ill but that's just the fire
Inside me finally igniting, im rallying all writers
F*ck mumble rap, this the 3 checking out
Writer: CJ
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