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untitled by jean chung
my fault
beat: down to erf
written by lyricks
the name L-Y R-I CALVIN KLEIN S, yes!
2009 rapnature with Manifest, guess who's back with the best,
nonchalant flow off the chest. it's ME, forget the rest.
cuz they're weak, and they're out of breath.
my peak? haven't touched it yet. if they're sick, then i'm already dead.
r.i.p. mister lee. who ripped with ease any beat,
that was given to me. when i spit frees you freeze dead in your tracks.
so please, haters relax. your pleas have no impact.
get some trees up in a sack.
roll a fattie, listen to exit, and hate someone who's wack cuz...
that's not me, but it's most likely you.
cuz if we switched shoes, i prolly wont like me too.
i don't fall for all the glamour and glitz: camera pics,
all i care about's the cd i handed you's sick.
i'll mangle you quick, and the funny thing is you know that i can.
thats why instead of beef, it's always like wadddddddup my mannnnnnn!?
you're fooling who? me? stupid asss...
i see through the glass, i read between the lines,
i don't listen to their words anymore i just read the eyes
no surprise when i find a glitch in fabricated lies
and it's very sad to announce
that these snakes: i'm X'n em out.
they faker than the gucci purses they sell on canal.
and it's harder to smile, when a homie goes south.
but i guess that is how the world turns, you live and you learn.
you give and they take, the biggest mistake that i made,
was paying a serpent, being certain he wasn't a snake.
and even after all the drama, hit em up regardless,
my heart is broken, i'm insulted, but what hit me hardest
was the fact that i was told stories about your past yo.
but i had faith in you... brushed it off and i laughed tho.
hoping that just chilling with us, comin to shows,
selling our clothes, hanging with zo, would get you to know
the glorious Father i'm steady reppin. but yo check it...
it's my fault.
i shoulda shown you better. i shoulda walked straighter.
i shoulda prayed with you, stead of doing yay wit you.
i wish i stayed with you, and talked about salvation...
although what you did was a violation, you know where to call...
i still have love for you man, and everybody falls.
this song is my way of saying once and for all: you good...
yo i know that your lonely now, cant come to the public.
the beautiful cycle's not like the others, you're my brother.
it's not only about rap records we make.
but rather will i just see YOU @ the heavenly gates....
i'm trying to make it man.
i'm a genius
produced by petey-o
written by lyricks
that's what the say!
VA!
ayo, verbally untouchable usually - yo you know that...
comfortably start this banger off with a verse - just a throw back
i capture pictures like kodak - then transfer to notepad.
you still punching in, asking your engineers for roll backs.
i cut no slack! leeway is a freeway.
lyricks is the goldenchild. ORIGINAL VA!
subliminal, lyrical / you stress and i'm clinical
you flinch and i'll finish you / your image i ridicule
your lyrics: forget it too / my lyrics: stay plentiful
don't get it? then send a crew! / i, LYRICKS, present to you:
the work of a genius. i spit for convenience!
spit for non believers and leave em just saying JESUS!
lyricks is the reason there's emceeing in this region
smooth, boombatic flow...got me leading this legion
for leisure. i stay true and i do it proper...
it's getting a little redundant. feel me... NUMONIC drop it.
here's how it goes... i'm a genius, i mean this.
let me tell you why we classify as better MCs
we do what yall do but do it effortlessly - oooh how
big headed of me to consecutively drop tracks in switzerland
and upload it for you to see :)
you to me is like = 703 : 1 (that's for fun)
you're the fist, flow's the sword, mine's the GUN.
i'm just ONE out of 10,000,000 rappers along with 'movements'
but their movements are flukes when you stop and just ask to prove it
my life is a cinema / keep cursing to minimum
eenumuhshekki eenoma!! / wait a second... i set it up!
use korean influence: the walk, talk, and etc... / instead of a
tough guy act and the hands i get em up...
word? you get em up? yea! i get it up!!
my clans are predators, beautiful psych familia
we understand that our style is a bit irregular
but you love it cuz i love it. i ... I ... always give it up
thank you lord for the head on my shoulders. tongue in my mouth.
lungs in my chest. rhymes on my pad. mic in my home. friends in my life
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