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p-money (producer) - scribe 2001 كلمات أغنية

[chorus: scribe]
scribe 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual
scribe 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual

[verse 1: scribe]
scribe take it serious
various artist delirious
suffering from a lack of hearing us
got my rhythm sussed for those that don’t givе a f_ck
i do, and my whole crew is out to get you
and wrеck you, disrespect you, disconnect you
left in seperate components in a state too complex to
ever step to what i consider intellectual
f_ck you, wack rappers always sounding s_xual
i write acapella, beat box instrumental
winning your mental, i invade like oriental
move with ninja steps online like internet
the funk republic, hip_hop, i’m loving it
[chorus: scribe]
scribe 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual
scribe 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual

[verse 2: scribe]
scribe original next level sh_t for you to listen to
lyricism is vision when i’m spitting this peripheral
not your stereotypical type of individual
eight bars, eight flows, suppose i had tentacles
rip the mic like i’m meant to do, come off like imperial
mint fresh, my aerial view keeping me ahead of you
instead of you, they’re picking the scribe, live, incredible
unforgettably phat, you suckers looking edible

[chorus: scribe]
in 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual
scribe 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual
[verse 3: scribe]
you ain’t got the feel, your sh_t just don’t appeal
to the underground heads who be feelin’ when it’s real
so i simply scribe survive, check it, are we live?
put me on your tape, i’ll take a minute just to vibe
off my mic, i like to ignite philosophy
you’re dead like old battery
naturally i disagree with the purpose of your whole anatomy
had to be, want to battle me? come and pack to three
you can witness first_hand my style stabbin’ you rapidly
reactively, we break mcs from anthony to zachary
and if you’re not backin’ me, you’re lackin’ me
constantly distractin’ me
tryin’ to cause anarchy in my faculty
got beef, i eat it like pork, snap it like crackling
hit you like curbs, you don’t even know what’s be happening
rhyme reflect reality, some mcs still imagining
so don’t blame me while your style never changed
i stay dope, lyrically k!lling the cells in your brain

[chorus: scribe]
scribe 2001
my story just begun, uh
you never hung in the streets where i’m from
we get ill with the lyrical realer individual
every syllable, every metaphorical visual

- p money producer

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