For Certain by Rates Lyrics
Verse 1:
I’m a believer in being alright
Me in the night, a light
Thats beaming so deep in the sly
Bright, I dont need to describe why I’m so evil inside
I’m needing to write, feeding the fire
Patterns that make you look stupid, goodbye
Beating the beat into time
They couldn’t compete with my rhymes
It’s wordplay, hard to describe in one word mate
Don’t even question me first place, I’m waiting
I’m making the earth break, the earthquake
I shatter the world
(I can talk over this part of the beat and most faggots will classify this as rapping aswell)
Split ya wig in the worst way
First to the second and third page
Im plucking your feathers, I rustle your birdcage
Won’t stop if it hurts aye
You wouldn’t survive on the first day
Even if it was your birthday, then spew all over your birthplace
Your kidding you thinking you were safe
I changed my life, I made my mind
Moving forward, or would I, stay behind
My chemicals need to be stabilised
An amazing mind when I’m making rhymes
Not plagiarised, never hiding skill but now you seeing my creative side
Hook 1: x2
I’m so quick and sick with a wordflip
On time and I think it’s perfect
Why would I quit when it’s clearly working
Liking this life and I’m really certain
My rhymes aren’t forced out
My timing’s thought out
I see the light this blackened hole
And then I crawl out
Verse 2:
I’m guessing you think I should of just stopped
Not! Me? I’m losing the plot
I’m on top of the world, ready to drop
Technical rap in a song, your boppin along
You reckon your head and your neck every second it’s on
The level I’m on, they can’t do it
I’m devil and God in one
The bastard son of good and evil
Dark for cunts and crooked people
Laugh at the scars that I mark on your flesh
The book and sequel
Nobody could compete this style is mine
And they’re waiting for it
Better than them so they hate me for it
Get Eminem, probly rate me for it
The effort in the text I’m writing
Definitely the best of rhyming
Underrated, destined to shine
Effectively my weaponry blows your fucking best aside
No vest can protect from pesticide
Looking left to right and im in the next you find
Freaks to disconnect your spine
Not a fuckin empty light
Tempt me and I’ll set alight
Exploding like my scary mind
I detonate a hand grenade and pretend to play a serenade
To other rappers resumes
You jealous you ain't getting paid?
Hook 2: x2
I’m so quick and sick with a wordflip
On time and I think it’s perfect
Why would I quit when it’s clearly working
Liking this life and I’m really certain
My rhymes aren’t forced out
My timing’s thought out
I see the light this blackened hole
And then I crawl out
I’m a believer in being alright
Me in the night, a light
Thats beaming so deep in the sly
Bright, I dont need to describe why I’m so evil inside
I’m needing to write, feeding the fire
Patterns that make you look stupid, goodbye
Beating the beat into time
They couldn’t compete with my rhymes
It’s wordplay, hard to describe in one word mate
Don’t even question me first place, I’m waiting
I’m making the earth break, the earthquake
I shatter the world
(I can talk over this part of the beat and most faggots will classify this as rapping aswell)
Split ya wig in the worst way
First to the second and third page
Im plucking your feathers, I rustle your birdcage
Won’t stop if it hurts aye
You wouldn’t survive on the first day
Even if it was your birthday, then spew all over your birthplace
Your kidding you thinking you were safe
I changed my life, I made my mind
Moving forward, or would I, stay behind
My chemicals need to be stabilised
An amazing mind when I’m making rhymes
Not plagiarised, never hiding skill but now you seeing my creative side
Hook 1: x2
I’m so quick and sick with a wordflip
On time and I think it’s perfect
Why would I quit when it’s clearly working
Liking this life and I’m really certain
My rhymes aren’t forced out
My timing’s thought out
I see the light this blackened hole
And then I crawl out
Verse 2:
I’m guessing you think I should of just stopped
Not! Me? I’m losing the plot
I’m on top of the world, ready to drop
Technical rap in a song, your boppin along
You reckon your head and your neck every second it’s on
The level I’m on, they can’t do it
I’m devil and God in one
The bastard son of good and evil
Dark for cunts and crooked people
Laugh at the scars that I mark on your flesh
The book and sequel
Nobody could compete this style is mine
And they’re waiting for it
Better than them so they hate me for it
Get Eminem, probly rate me for it
The effort in the text I’m writing
Definitely the best of rhyming
Underrated, destined to shine
Effectively my weaponry blows your fucking best aside
No vest can protect from pesticide
Looking left to right and im in the next you find
Freaks to disconnect your spine
Not a fuckin empty light
Tempt me and I’ll set alight
Exploding like my scary mind
I detonate a hand grenade and pretend to play a serenade
To other rappers resumes
You jealous you ain't getting paid?
Hook 2: x2
I’m so quick and sick with a wordflip
On time and I think it’s perfect
Why would I quit when it’s clearly working
Liking this life and I’m really certain
My rhymes aren’t forced out
My timing’s thought out
I see the light this blackened hole
And then I crawl out