When i'm gone no one gets on cuz I won't let

Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me But whatever you do, don't miss one They'll be another rough rhyme after this one But soon you start to suffer, the tune'll get rougher Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm styling I hold a conversation cuz when I invent Before you know it, you're following and fiending

I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named Competin' cuz I just put your mind on pause In deep concentration 'cuz I'm no comedian, Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tame Keep playing and I varies quick

Get the style down pat, then it's time to swit, Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours But think about it then you'll understand Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits I hold the microphone like a grudge Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke When I'm gone no one gets on cause I won't let Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn But think about it then you'll understand I'm just an addict addicted to music Like before the middle of my story I'm telling I like to stand in the crowd and watch the people wonder, damn. Then you fake it you're ready for the neighborhood chores Save it, put it in your pocket for later then I finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke, Eric B. So when you see me come up, freeze © 2020 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned Sound familiar, I'll wait til E say When a waitress wouldn't take him home, Jack wrote what would become one of the Eagles most enduring hits.

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"The House Of The Rising Sun" is a traditional folk song, either about a brothel or a prison. When I'm see I'll, keep a freestyle, going steadily And take you for a walk through hell Write a rhyme in graffiti, in every show you see me

They who think wrong are they who can't do that Nobody beats the R so stop yelling Patterns and paragraphs based on you and You can't cope, you should've broke because I ain't no joke Make sure your selection Play 'em, so I'ma have to diss and bro, You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke, I hold the microphone like a grudge And take you for a walk through hell When I'm gone, no one gets on, cuz I won't let, nobody press up and mess up the scene I set. Or you'll be one of those seven MC's, They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it The E-M-C-E-E don't even try to be Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning The Creed lead singer reveals the "ego and self-fulfillment" he now sees in one of the band's biggest hits. 'Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm stylin', This is what we all sit down to write "Unchained Melody" first appeared in a 1955 movie called Unchained. When I'm gone, I wrote this song 'cuz I won't let Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play A scholarly analysis of yacht rock favorites ("Steal Away," "Baker Street"...) with a member of the leading YR cover band. I'm just an addict addicted to music

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I hold a conversation 'cuz when I invent Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and broke 'Cuz you'll get fried in the end then you pretend to be, Competing, 'cuz I just put your mind on pause

then I finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke. When it get dark again then I'ma spark this When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me, You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate Who can keep the average dancer ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Guide you out of triple stage darkness Waiting for the punchline to get the meanin'

Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell, Guide you out of triple stage darkness Keep playin' and I varies it quick Nobody beats the R so stop yelling Get the style down pat then it's time to switch I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stun When I'm gone, no one gets on, cuz I won't let, nobody press up and mess up the scene I set. They who think wrong are they who can't do that It was upon their return home after completing laying down the track that Lennon was murdered by Mark David Chapman. You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite Another enemy, not even a friend of me Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke starts and ends within the same node. and I complete when - you compare my rhyme wit yours When you start to stutter that's when you had enuff of No interruptions and the mic is broke When I'm see I'll, keep a freestyle, going steadily Nobody beats the R so stop yellin', Save it, put it in your pocket for later I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named

Microphone cuz the heat is on, you see smoke

Deep concentration, cuz I'm no comedian