[Drastic - Verse 1]
It's impossible to stop the rhymes that I threw in
Impossible to stop the mind that I'm using
Like the wine that I'm brewin'
All these facts that I'm provin'
All these fans that I'm losin' like some fags on a bandwagon thinkin' they can do it
I keep rockin' the mic until the clock stops movin'
The older the better, I rock that slogan
Growin' older as a poet
Gettin' knowledge and I know it
Gettin' better, yes I feel it
I kill it every time that I think of spittin' a little bit
Syllables spillin' in, I'm spittin' some venom in
Metaphors, some antonyms and a couple of synonyms
These rappers, I'm sendin' 'em
Back to their damn pavilions
Concocting raps of the millennium
Ima keep spittin' rhymes until my life is at it's end
Until I crackle everytime I rise up out my bed
Until I'm schemin' and breathin' to the last one of my breaths
Starin' in the face of death
Play it like a game of chess
Checkmating all these copies, as if they plagiarists
Dunkin' on these dummies, thinkin' they the major shit
[Verse 2]
Born in '95 when most of this music had vanished
And the motherfuckin' radios only tuned into bangers
When lyrics repeated a lot but the tune was amazin'
Living through it, give in to it, prolly a fool in the makin'
Sooner or later, but I only proved to be different
Mixin' in, a style that ain't nobody had
There were so many fads
But only one that spoke to me
Bassy drums, mellow jazz and the rhythm and poetry
Ima keep doing this, till I got this soul in me
And ain't nobody tellin' me, there is a better melody
It's like a remedy to me
Never ever dead to me
And long as I got this breath in me
I'ma keep going at it, till I run out these raps in me
Keep pourin' out the boom bap in me
Ain't no hate for my brothers doing it differently
It's all love, we just tryna make it into history
Urdu Rap, Boom Bap, Old School, New Rap
All kinds of stuff, man I fuck with that
And if I die tomorrow, let the legacy live
I ain't afraid of this death, cause I will never be dead
As long as y'all remember me
It's impossible to stop the rhymes that I threw in
Impossible to stop the mind that I'm using
Like the wine that I'm brewin'
All these facts that I'm provin'
All these fans that I'm losin' like some fags on a bandwagon thinkin' they can do it
I keep rockin' the mic until the clock stops movin'
The older the better, I rock that slogan
Growin' older as a poet
Gettin' knowledge and I know it
Gettin' better, yes I feel it
I kill it every time that I think of spittin' a little bit
Syllables spillin' in, I'm spittin' some venom in
Metaphors, some antonyms and a couple of synonyms
These rappers, I'm sendin' 'em
Back to their damn pavilions
Concocting raps of the millennium
Ima keep spittin' rhymes until my life is at it's end
Until I crackle everytime I rise up out my bed
Until I'm schemin' and breathin' to the last one of my breaths
Starin' in the face of death
Play it like a game of chess
Checkmating all these copies, as if they plagiarists
Dunkin' on these dummies, thinkin' they the major shit
[Verse 2]
Born in '95 when most of this music had vanished
And the motherfuckin' radios only tuned into bangers
When lyrics repeated a lot but the tune was amazin'
Living through it, give in to it, prolly a fool in the makin'
Sooner or later, but I only proved to be different
Mixin' in, a style that ain't nobody had
There were so many fads
But only one that spoke to me
Bassy drums, mellow jazz and the rhythm and poetry
Ima keep doing this, till I got this soul in me
And ain't nobody tellin' me, there is a better melody
It's like a remedy to me
Never ever dead to me
And long as I got this breath in me
I'ma keep going at it, till I run out these raps in me
Keep pourin' out the boom bap in me
Ain't no hate for my brothers doing it differently
It's all love, we just tryna make it into history
Urdu Rap, Boom Bap, Old School, New Rap
All kinds of stuff, man I fuck with that
And if I die tomorrow, let the legacy live
I ain't afraid of this death, cause I will never be dead
As long as y'all remember me
( Drastic )
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