your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up, make sure it's air tight E.Q. the track exact so shit sounds right I rhyme of death and
up your stereo hops Insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up Make sure it7s air tight E.Q. the track exact So shit sounds right I rhyme of death And
Translation: Harrison, George. Pulse Of The Rhyme.
Translation: Ice-t. Pulse of the Rhyme.
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Turn up your stereo hops Insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up Make sure it7s air tight E.Q. the track exact So shit sounds right I rhyme of death
The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme And wrestle a tempo Hold on tight
hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart won't get pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent
Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart won't get pulse Pack you bags
child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame A white hooded judge, a syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What
around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinkin it's my world (woo-ooo) (I got my finger on the pulse
ll think about it Theme song Chorus [Killah Priest] When King Tut closed his eyes, I opened up mine Felt the pulse in my spine, I choked and I whined
'm just rockin (rockin) (ready rock c) This style that's mine is rarely heard Suddenly there is an opportunity to observe People gots my rhyme the super computer The literary genius rhyme
You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some money on it"} You still doin shows for fifty seats Still writin rhymes
And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, write rhymes
sticky green fun pack Jewellery make me hump back Back packers want that And they ain't 'bout the diamonds shit He gon' commercial Who the fuck you think you rhyming
in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin' shit Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them And wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme