How We Live by Lyriscyde Lyrics
[Intro: Big Bux]
Ayo Glitch, change the fucking channel man
Man there ain't nothing on this radio, all I'm ever hearing is wack MC's and static
Oh wait, wait right there you might have something, you might have something...
[Verse 1: Big Bux]
Big Bux is the name, Lyriscyde is the clan
603 is what I claim, you're probably a fan
Lyrically's how I spit, dope beats that my shit
Fat white ? that's the dude you don't fuck with
Toking up, that's how I live
Getting buck, that's how I live
I don't give a fuck, that's what it is
I toke it up, mix it up, put the cup up and get fucked up
Music, I turn it up, middle finger throw it up
Police, who gives a fuck? Spare room studio, that's what's up
Two doors down, your mom's got my nuts
603, Lyriscyde, Big Bux
Ninja what
[Verse 2: Glitch]
On the beats, I'm a beast, like a wolf I flow backwards
Born before my mother had a husband, call me a bastard
Don't have a dad in my life, but, I don't give a fuck
I was raised with a mother who has lots of love
Look at my style; it hasn't changed since 8th grade
Before that I didn't have rhythm or any fucking game
But I'm on this beat, with the strength of a thousand flames
Screaming out my name, every time I get a chance to be on stage
No alcohol in the system, no weed in my blood stream
Even when I get pressured I stay clean
Hold up let me daydream, no
Even when I'm nice bitches hate me
And lately I've been thinking they're fucking crazy
That's why music is the real love of my fucking life
And without her I'd probably kill myself, with this mic
[Verse 3: Moses]
I'm broke man, I ain't got no cheddar to stack
But when it comes to rap, you know that I'm ahead of the pack
I sit around with my boys just cracking jokes and passing weed
Killing mics just like the motherfucker from Assassin's Creed
When I, step in the booth I drop lyrics with intelligence
Flow over the beat with mad elegance
I'm better than any rapper nowadays trying to maintain his relevance
What makes an MC great? Yo, I got all of the elements
So sit back and listen to the illest group since the birth of rap
Making songs so dope that once you hear it, you reverse the track
Taking out all these MC's that's worse than whack
Lyriscyde's going to war, and this is only the first attack
[Outro: Big Bux]
This is, how we live, Lyriscyde 'till we die...
Ayo Glitch, change the fucking channel man
Man there ain't nothing on this radio, all I'm ever hearing is wack MC's and static
Oh wait, wait right there you might have something, you might have something...
[Verse 1: Big Bux]
Big Bux is the name, Lyriscyde is the clan
603 is what I claim, you're probably a fan
Lyrically's how I spit, dope beats that my shit
Fat white ? that's the dude you don't fuck with
Toking up, that's how I live
Getting buck, that's how I live
I don't give a fuck, that's what it is
I toke it up, mix it up, put the cup up and get fucked up
Music, I turn it up, middle finger throw it up
Police, who gives a fuck? Spare room studio, that's what's up
Two doors down, your mom's got my nuts
603, Lyriscyde, Big Bux
Ninja what
[Verse 2: Glitch]
On the beats, I'm a beast, like a wolf I flow backwards
Born before my mother had a husband, call me a bastard
Don't have a dad in my life, but, I don't give a fuck
I was raised with a mother who has lots of love
Look at my style; it hasn't changed since 8th grade
Before that I didn't have rhythm or any fucking game
But I'm on this beat, with the strength of a thousand flames
Screaming out my name, every time I get a chance to be on stage
No alcohol in the system, no weed in my blood stream
Even when I get pressured I stay clean
Hold up let me daydream, no
Even when I'm nice bitches hate me
And lately I've been thinking they're fucking crazy
That's why music is the real love of my fucking life
And without her I'd probably kill myself, with this mic
[Verse 3: Moses]
I'm broke man, I ain't got no cheddar to stack
But when it comes to rap, you know that I'm ahead of the pack
I sit around with my boys just cracking jokes and passing weed
Killing mics just like the motherfucker from Assassin's Creed
When I, step in the booth I drop lyrics with intelligence
Flow over the beat with mad elegance
I'm better than any rapper nowadays trying to maintain his relevance
What makes an MC great? Yo, I got all of the elements
So sit back and listen to the illest group since the birth of rap
Making songs so dope that once you hear it, you reverse the track
Taking out all these MC's that's worse than whack
Lyriscyde's going to war, and this is only the first attack
[Outro: Big Bux]
This is, how we live, Lyriscyde 'till we die...