Papoose - Revelations of a Lyricist lyrics

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PAPOOSE! Im here with the hip-hop legend, Premier

Premo I got you

Check me out now, behold lyricism

Haters try to cremate him but he still exist

I'm limitless, envision this is genesis

I'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritless

Welcome to the revelations of a lyricist

Haters try to cremate him but he still exist

I'm limitless envision this is genesis

Ima rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritless

The revelations of a lyricist


I got the smell of death in my nose

Blood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothes

The best kept secret, thought that I would never be told

Sit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flows

Cuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzilla

When its time to sing songs, I'm king kong

when its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS black

Motherfucker I'm a monster

You wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsor

Take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas

Collect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobsta

Walk through this concrete jungle like I was Kontra

Like dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta)

Hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barber

Come through and put in that work with the revolver

You wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfer

I dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the author

Wrote the period, the question mark, and the comma

Wrote the first, second, and the third part of the saga

Yeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go harder

Yesterday, the day before, today and tomorrow

I blood sweat and tears, shit piss and saliva

Bought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walker

Shine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollar

No drama

When I see you I say thats my son

Not cause you my man, cause I'm ur father

Got a lot of verses, more hooks than Tarver

Underground king like Arthur

You find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bother

And your customer chose me cause mines is harder

Next time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed ya

Your sale (cell) dead like you need a charger

Daily departa, I'm known to bang that tool

Papoose, you aint never heard a name that cool

Spittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rule

Somebody with no bars musta made that rule

The industry owe me a lot, this a payback move

Ride the track like a Maybach, smooth

They say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun right

You goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype

They guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight

Cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice

What would you do if they had a plot for your life

And all you really had was a glock and one mic

Papoose, walk through they blocks with them ice

Go to they pizza shop, and stop for one slice

Get some garlic on the top and one sprite

Now thats enough time to pop if you want right?

But if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice

Cuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knife

They mad cause I got more checks than air nikes

If I want it, I cops it on site

When it comes to spending money I stop at no price

I take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dice

That four powerful enough to drop both y'all

Had a whole block flooded with the high most squad

I could see straight through you like a hydro jaw

My gun bust like I aint got no car

A lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhyme

When I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhyme

When I'm sexing my chick I see a rhyme

And weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhyme

Why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme

I got enough bars to give you a three to nine

The supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricist

Deliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquist

With splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis

Put an end to this senselessness..

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