LMG Sessions by Rates Lyrics
When I'm rhyming and I'm in the zone
I'll get you vibing while you're driving though you're high and you're just ripping cones
Don't know my limit though
I begin to grow into a person that is different from the one you meet you didn't to know
I used to sit and smoke a sesh until I'd fall asleep
Lazy fucker wouldn't clean my act up or record my beats
Couple things were haunting me
I would block it out and just pretend that it was all a dream
Eventually I'd stop it
How?
I'd stay patient and wait til I got my head around the fact that I thought I was being weak but hey, I'm better now
Proud to be, I'll say it loud
Thought I wouldn't make it out
If I could go and change a thing I wouldn't, I ain't laying down
Speak for the street whose been cheated by the copper dogs
Speak for the people who need to hear a rapper, not a gronk
Speak for the need to feed the evil inside of my head
If people could see inside of me then they'd find that I'm dead
Yeah you'd note the effect, when Rates flows dope
Most of it goes over your head
You even know what I said?
I'm getting angry, tired
Probably just a mental mine
Pick a fight and give me shit
Probably leave you dead you gronk
Rhyme is anger and right hearted
Than half of you
The hardest Spartacus
Target you artists
Make you carcases
Fucking laugh at you marching like mafias
I'm harder and smarter than half of you bastard sons of fucking carpenters
When it comes to skill, Rates would be the one you want
My rhyming style's hot
Tracks tell me I can't be wrong
Every time I write I know you rappers try and step it up
When you've done your track
You make mistakes
You look like messy cunts
It's my time and I'll fly high
Like a satellite
[?] Technical transmission every time I grab a mic
Electrical efficient rhythm, sending shivers
Leave you fried
Voltage in the amps goodbye
I'll burn your fucking empty mind
I'm out
I'll get you vibing while you're driving though you're high and you're just ripping cones
Don't know my limit though
I begin to grow into a person that is different from the one you meet you didn't to know
I used to sit and smoke a sesh until I'd fall asleep
Lazy fucker wouldn't clean my act up or record my beats
Couple things were haunting me
I would block it out and just pretend that it was all a dream
Eventually I'd stop it
How?
I'd stay patient and wait til I got my head around the fact that I thought I was being weak but hey, I'm better now
Proud to be, I'll say it loud
Thought I wouldn't make it out
If I could go and change a thing I wouldn't, I ain't laying down
Speak for the street whose been cheated by the copper dogs
Speak for the people who need to hear a rapper, not a gronk
Speak for the need to feed the evil inside of my head
If people could see inside of me then they'd find that I'm dead
Yeah you'd note the effect, when Rates flows dope
Most of it goes over your head
You even know what I said?
I'm getting angry, tired
Probably just a mental mine
Pick a fight and give me shit
Probably leave you dead you gronk
Rhyme is anger and right hearted
Than half of you
The hardest Spartacus
Target you artists
Make you carcases
Fucking laugh at you marching like mafias
I'm harder and smarter than half of you bastard sons of fucking carpenters
When it comes to skill, Rates would be the one you want
My rhyming style's hot
Tracks tell me I can't be wrong
Every time I write I know you rappers try and step it up
When you've done your track
You make mistakes
You look like messy cunts
It's my time and I'll fly high
Like a satellite
[?] Technical transmission every time I grab a mic
Electrical efficient rhythm, sending shivers
Leave you fried
Voltage in the amps goodbye
I'll burn your fucking empty mind
I'm out