Oh shyt my guy Rhyme King is still around. Miss those incoherent lyric threads
We didn't know what we had until it was goneOh shyt my guy Rhyme King is still around. Miss those incoherent lyric threads
Keep your glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his nikkas'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and it don't mean shyt-ta
Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw, yeah!"
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ? uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on that again
B-boy business, off the top actin and battlin