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lirik lagu mc rimmer - genesis

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[hook]
i spit for shy chicks and fly cl!cks

[verse 1]
the world’s mine i heard it when i was a young teen
but kids keep fronting, and sh-t be stunting
because when i had hope, this broad stabbed my dwell heart
bludgeoned it to death, and it fell apart
people dying, but the memories are immortal
the devil’s are laughing, and so i chortle
now a lot of girls like me, so they blow a kiss and wink
sitting on benches, i just reminisce and think
used to play my cards high, and i’d push chance
but sh-t is scanty and so is romance
trifle thru the days without thinking or thoughts
society, b-tches and poverty are just, overwrought
things are getting hard, that’s not a figure of speech
i feel shorted, thoughts coming like a distorted screech
vexed, perplexed, stressed, life’s a beach
i never slandered slurs, or spat nasty words
i keep my lips shut, and don’t rip strut
most scit scat talking about how they nip cat
no need to f-ck, just a fat smack
lye a dub sack, but meanwhile i run raps
can my brain remain sane, living in a world that’s vain
where fate contemplates hate, and evilness is the game
coping with the times, hoping i could live fine
but for now i spit a rhyme, and try to get mine
because times are rancid, and sh-t be tainted
speaking words, pictures painted
not going to sleep, for hours past midnight
making the transition for my ambition to get right
i’ve seen friends come and go
counting my keep, trying to make some dough
on the d-low, life’s a gamble, and i’m in a game of cee lo
from getting gashed to trashed, this sh-t is played out
i see days fade out, and hours strayed out
thoughts i bring about, hold on or let go
didn’t grow up in the country or the ghetto
wanted nothing but piece, and god handed me a stiletto
consider this my libretto, my reflection
asked for affection, got nothing but a
i remember to the days when i’d strut on the street
now i’m making cuts my earned keep
but that’s the way the wheel spins
putting your hands on book, to distill sin
the real faith actions come from within
rappers get split like a seven
because i spit h-ll, they automatically sent to heaven

[hook]
“in southern california where the dogs and the ribs stay”
“and have you running like a chicken with it’s head cut off”


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