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Correct Just Rhymin' Lyrics
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Joey Bada$$
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Correct Just Rhymin'
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Since Four Wings and homemade Icee I been sheisty Holding weight The worst 'round A bad seed like eight facing Golden State first round Drowned in that brown water Still rhyming like I'm holding headphones to the mic on Sound Recorder Like I'm still selling punchlines Eyes red, cutting droogs in the lunch line With krills and a North Face jacket I know this an oxymoron, but y'all are straight faggots Nowadays emcees is hardly rhyming They must've got stage fright like Carly Simon You're So Vain, stick the knife in you torso Pain, turn around, feed you Horse Lo Mein Man these whores are so lame They rock Nirvana shirts in the hood but they don't know cocaine Rappers drop they tape free and walk into these label meetings Singing "Rape me, I'm an escapee, find me a cake" Pity, like Utica, Utica, Utica! Saying rhymes I don't know, or if that theraputica From ghetto to ghetto To backyard to yard I spit it on soft drums or ones that's hard We just rhyming Rhyming Rhyming Just rhyming From ghetto to ghetto To backyard to yard Marathon bars Who wanna spar with the Gods? We just rhyming Rhyming Rhyming Just rhyming Let me get your dying in order My mother and father was probably fire and water I come through the skies, am I wild? Am I wise? Eyes on the window to the soul, no lies I can look in the mirror Might see a extra dude Or my reflection move Turn niggas vegetable I could be ten states away and get next to you It's odd, but it's hard when the Gods start blessing you Spookiest, the eeriest, wolf-so I can smell a bitch on her period Shit is dead serious A few ghostwriters An angel and a demon And some lost souls screaming Light the weed 'cause I'm fiending King in my past life, died for my freedom Am I a martyr? Am I royalty? Nigga that's for you to guess Never been to Budapest Everyday's a Buddha fest I ain't Hell Rell, but niggas know I'm a Ruger rep My new Style and Your Old Droog Greeting at Whole Foods You're slow dude, way before ProTools I walked around with a pro tool .38 special, yeah the ghost was so cruel From ghetto to ghetto To backyard to yard I spit it on soft drums or ones that's hard We just rhyming Rhyming Rhyming Just rhyming From ghetto to ghetto To backyard to yard Marathon bars Who wanna spar with the Gods? We just rhyming (We just) Rhyming (We just) Rhyming Just rhyming (Turn it up) (Check) Hold the applause Who wanna spar? I got the rifle on, whenever I rap, that's all Still doing somersaults with my eyelids And even with my eyes closed, can't do what I did Still waking up and asking Lord "Can I live?" They never liked us Want to see us up in Rikers Island Illuminati want me for my mind, soul and body Only if these niggas knew they feared the wrong posse Mentally disturbed A menace to sobriety Until I leave this Earth A tenant to society And which is even worse? I can see the hearse Parked outside the church, that's my gift and my curse I'm on a mission, keep a eye for opposition Nigga's trying to stick for the rap position But Joey's never hiding He's ready when you find him My niggas won't hesitate to escalate For now, wejust rhyming
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