this is like a freeverse...it only took me like 15 minutes to write the whole thing...this is for fun....
Real Hip-Hop
I'm Prophecy
Lyrics
Cuz If I Dont
Verse 1
If I dont rhyme with the times that we grind,
if ya dont see when did babys even shine,
maybe back then in the streets they grown up,
toddlers wore gold -n- spent they teeth up,
ridin through the country on my way groove,
all i hear is packin what you bout to move,
oh you packin gats you buy them from wal-mart,
orange on the tip oh you took it off your smart,
half you little "thugs" think you straight g,
i could watch you kids sweat at end of a heat,
if you wanna hate me then make your way,
but i pull out the pin ya gonna flash grenade,
bomb in ya face cuz i rhyme on this bass,
cuz if you dont mind go breathe in the Ma$e,
yo so if this Harlem's back,
then witch craft is at its all time wrap,
haha if i dont rhyme with the times that we grind...yeah
Verse 2
if i dont take my 2nd chance for this gift,
girls in the club with my hands on their hips,
this beats makin dips so her pants barely fit,
this thongs drivin ish up into this chick, (man)
i guess since 50 cents so hot,
all his chocolates meltin in the candy shop,
yo do you think mike jones knows his name,
yo he has his mom to thank for his fame,
if i dont ride with the times with this mainstream,
thats cuz im off in this daydream,
my buddy will rap creatin what we think of,
my buddy will cap anything for you fake thugs,
cuz if i dont take my 2nd chance for you realist,
then you have to sit -n- listen to this fake ish,
cuz i dont rap then whos real on these kats,
man they on my lap tryna reach for the sack, haha
if i dont rhyme with the times that we grind yeah yeah
