My Hip-Hop Rhyme Book

Should I start describing details

should I let my pen to keep these pages burning?

pain is my best friend

soon it’ll take me to the trip of my end

Hello! Rhinos in the chinos

don’t lock horns, everyone’s gangsta here

They shaking sprays making graffiti’s for taking the grudge

instead for revolution

every other day I got encounters with grim reaper

felt like me and grim reaper keep tongue kissing

felt like me and grim reaper keep tongue kissing

like every other day, like every other day

felt like me and grim reaper keep tongue kissing

sounds so gayish

imagine yourself being 11

having razor on your neck

just for two bad words of exchange

Haha! isn’t that crazy, well that’s a trailer

we don’t have gunners

dey using razor, knifes, machetes and blades

I still remember those days

like it happened yesterday

when I beat 4 bastards alone

while ridin’ on my bicycle

and they back with 20 muthafuckers

that’s hella rampage, time to runaway

instead of showing them your rage

instead of showing them your greatness

instead of showing them your coolness

well that’s some real ghetto talk

felt like me and grim reaper keep tongue kissing

felt like me and grim reaper keep tongue kissing

like every other day, like every other day

felt like me and grim reaper keep tongue kissing

sounds so gayish

we the kids from ghetto gutter

nobody could measure our hunger

money, passion, power, poison and thirst

timeout, ain’t have time for fun

flexin’ chains, cars or rap ’bout guns

lemme tell you why your day ones,

day twos are still with you

you gave ’em guns, food, work benefits

in order to stay with you

feds, states don’t give a fuck about what you eat

or how you breathe

made wages from war

and preach us ’bout peace

geez, should I apply the brakes

or do I need to be a little flatter?

Calculate your stakes,

Claim what’s yours whatever it takes

grass is greener, sky is smoggy

Could we deserve a Green Day?

or we keep pulling our legs

for few materialistic gains

Mr.Sane Who’s to Blame?

Dey deceive you and say dey unpredictable

What’s Happiness?

When you know at least you’re Breathing, Nah!

What’s Happiness?

When you know it’s your last breath

Like a full stop after every sentence

Felt Like me and Grim Reaper keep tongue Kissin’

Felt like me and Grim Reaper Keep tongue Kissin’

like every other day, like every other day

Felt like me and Grim Reaper keep tongue kissin’

felt like me and Grim Reaper keep tongue Kissin’

sounds so gayish

Final Round, Literally Ill from Baskerville

what you spit is senseless still

there is a kill hidden under my skill

Stop your muthafuckin’ mouth

coz you don’t pay my bills

there is a hill hidden under the chill

spillin’ beans ’bout my parent on social media

Ever been to GlassHouse? Do you have any Idea?

LeatherFace or Double Face?

I’ll change the face of your base with my baseball bat

Helluva ClickBait

Don’t bore me with your fake gobbled up stories

I’ll do this, I’ll do that lullabies

Tough talk on the beats

It’s been a month since your sh!t is out

But where you hoes at?

still hidden under your progeny (Now You give a Fuck)

Yeah imma broke ass bitch

but i’ll fuck your booties in the bikinis

Yeah imma broke ass bitch

but your sides and mains are subliminal ’bout me

Yeah imma broke ass bitch

but you ’re rich

Here my address is

It’s 603, T2, Panchsheel Hynish, GNOIDA

i’ll be waiting for you with my Chainsaws and machetes

puttin’ your nose in other bussiness

skimming through others’ beefs

just for few brownies

How Cheap!! your leather jacket

I’ll body bag you within the brackets

will put your flesh in my fruit basket

I don’t need cracks

pussies, fags or lumberjacks

to be Illest me to deal with these scumbags

you write me an album

I just end this shit in a song

don’t wake my demons by writing stuff about my mom

don’t push me to the shove

I’m already on the edge

Sh!t I just made an outro sound like a verse