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letra de prhyme time - prhyme

part 1 – new york city: nov. 13, 1992

[intro: royce da 5’9″]
ayo, get frank the butcher on the phone. tell him it’s in style to be a lyricist again. tell him i’m fresh as f-ck. get fila on the phone. tell ’em i’m fresh as f-ck. let’s collab (nickel!)

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
all these larry hoover comparisons
they all foolish, they untrue and they too common
me? they’ll probably mummify me
with my p-n-s still erect like tutankhamun
they say that i’m out of my noodle while i’m freestylin’
cause i come off the roof with rhymin’
make money very fast, so fast i gotta bury cash
i’m nicky barnes in barneys
wishin’ i had 50 arms so i could carry bags
ask around, ho, i’m lowkey wacko
ask if i’m og, i answer back like og maco
n-ggas askin’, “why’d you did that underground album?”
i ask, “what you ask for?”
matter of fact, so what? my style is art
i might drop this prhyme sh-t, then say, “f-ck an album”
start lunchin’ and drop a couple cold cuts à la carte
i got a good life, man, we rich and they’re broke
they get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of dej loaf
we live, we ride, them 850is
we love to call a pair of filas them filas

[interlude]
old school, syllables, cadences, wordplay

part 2 – new york city: nov. 13, 2014

[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
underground cash, gr-ssroots m6
white rag roof, the backlash of the fastest rapper’s big enough
to double the size of the -sscrack on shaq fu
truth, spaz rap, sick with it, i spit sh-t in a cl-ss blackbooth
head-to-toe clad in a hazmat suit
you talk sh-t on the internet, then you disappear, hashtag poof
bad back, gat bust, weird n-ggas be clapped up
and smeared all over the f-ckin’ atmosphere
and that means everything that you type in all caps must
be clear from your laptop, screen, even your at must fear
on the road to riches like g rap
except this road is made of golden roses and this is the victory lap
what i spit is so visually dope
that when they hear me they image me sober
but they picture the relapse
your favorite rappers’s least favorite rapper…
wait, i’ll elaborate
i’m the reason why their release date is backed

[outro]
wait, wait, whoa, please grab my keys, my n-gga

- prhyme

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