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Vocal Rider

This song is by Tom Jeefs.

All these MC's that only talk and rhyme 'bout wealth
Couldn't even catch a glimpse of how declined I felt
But time will tell, If not you'll have to find yourself
It's hard times, I write rhymes to define myself

The pounder, that Hiphop provides by the hour
Smoking the sour, devour
The cocaine cowboys with white powder
On the low-track,
Remotely close to the poles like a zorlac
You been warned jack,
Never underestimate the power of the word
If you also want to be heard
No matter if your ass is the last or the first
In a world full of obstacles talk is absurd
Rhyme combinations are found to be ancient
You're bound to be patient to launch like ya man
I was down for the lacing your sound was the patient
But now I am facing a whole nother land
Time to act after a whole nother plan
If you ask me one that only pro's understand
Flow out of hand you could try to act up
But batter back up
Because I'm a whole nother man
Talking to you vagabonds that's smuggling contraband
A hundred fifty copies of The Backlash for Uncle Sam
Sargent at arms, I hop into red convertibles ->>>>>
With V8's loud enough to trigger alarms
Lyrical phantom, holding Emcees for ransom
The reason why modern AnR's go into tantrum
I see you on the other side, that means if I survive
If not Hip-hop is covered in silence as I die
Verbal payback, I'm puffin on train wreck
Faggots try to puzzle me now show me where ya game's at
I'm stuffing you asap by slapping your dome
If you wanna play tough put my math in your phone
But don't test me off the dome, whatever the heat is like
Jeefs is known to kill whatever the beat is like
Blow out of the threshold right into distortion
Next to me raps look like out of proportion
The effect of the thrust looks like it's morbid
Suns implode and planets get blown out of orbit
Rap during wars in a natural course
Penitentiary bars'll I leave ya mentally scarred

All these MC's that only talk and rhyme 'bout wealth
Couldn't even catch a glimpse of how declined I felt
But time will tell, If not you'll have to find yourself
It's hard times, I write rhymes to define myself!

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