Addict by The Wordshipper Lyrics
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
[Verse 1: The Wordshipper]
I’m addicted to these rhymes, yeah they call me Dr. Suess
I’m addicted to your girl, yeah she callin’ me back like ooh
I’m addicted to slaying any beat that’s in my way
And I’m gunning like an A-R
And they think that shit is amazing
They have no clue what I can do, I can do more than this shit too
I can do more than rap and sing, possibly do anything
I count em’ one by one like eenie, minie, moe
And then I swing the bat down like my name is Negan, hoe
You really think you bout it, bitch I really fucking doubt it
You say you’d get down with it, but you a kamikaze pilot
Tryna make me crash and burn within your lies
But fuck that shit, I’m not about it
I could do better without it
That’s why I’m an addict with a pen like twenty one pilots
I’m addicted to versatile spirals like Marshall Mathers
I’m the up and coming emcee
If you haven’t heard about me
It’s quite unlucky you haven’t, cause’ see?
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
[Verse 2: The Wordshipper]
I pay to see my prophecies, like a prophet, I’m profiting
Used to be in poverty, now we getting profit, in our pockets, see?
Alliteration is a bit newer to me but I’m practicing
Eyes closed, these tracks are so ice cold
I’m running this town so call me the mayor, I’m down though
Up high, down low
Too slow, motherfucker, too slow
Everybody knows shredding bars is mandate around here
I’ll give em’ a few hours like marinate
Then explain the reasoning behind the choice of words that I have hand selected for this day
Need a filler cause I’m running out of words to say
Behind the bars is a prison, a deeper meaning
But I can’t find it
Envisioning a future where I did not have to hide it, yeah
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
[Verse 3: Artisan]
This is a make it or break it deal
I plan to take it and make it real
Yeah, I can kill
But I'd rather make you feel
Nobody makes it, Probably because nobody tries
Everyone takes it, OD's and dies
But forget that
I'm a addict to the rhyme
Because I have a lyrical ability to call mine
I've been at it for some time
But I never had the time
It wasn't my decision
I never had the skill, the feeling, or the vision
I couldn't do the math, man it must've been division
Cutting these lines like cocaine with an incision
Everybody thinks they know it all, but don't know at all
This is basketball homie pass the ball
It's our time, spending my time and my rhymes to flow it all
We can do better than him, her, all of yall
I handcraft it all, why do you think they call me Artisan?
I have to spread the peace in a world of sin
We must reincarnate hip-hop and make it fine again
The top charts of today are digging it a grave
So I plan to dig it up till my names engraved because
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
[Verse 1: The Wordshipper]
I’m addicted to these rhymes, yeah they call me Dr. Suess
I’m addicted to your girl, yeah she callin’ me back like ooh
I’m addicted to slaying any beat that’s in my way
And I’m gunning like an A-R
And they think that shit is amazing
They have no clue what I can do, I can do more than this shit too
I can do more than rap and sing, possibly do anything
I count em’ one by one like eenie, minie, moe
And then I swing the bat down like my name is Negan, hoe
You really think you bout it, bitch I really fucking doubt it
You say you’d get down with it, but you a kamikaze pilot
Tryna make me crash and burn within your lies
But fuck that shit, I’m not about it
I could do better without it
That’s why I’m an addict with a pen like twenty one pilots
I’m addicted to versatile spirals like Marshall Mathers
I’m the up and coming emcee
If you haven’t heard about me
It’s quite unlucky you haven’t, cause’ see?
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
[Verse 2: The Wordshipper]
I pay to see my prophecies, like a prophet, I’m profiting
Used to be in poverty, now we getting profit, in our pockets, see?
Alliteration is a bit newer to me but I’m practicing
Eyes closed, these tracks are so ice cold
I’m running this town so call me the mayor, I’m down though
Up high, down low
Too slow, motherfucker, too slow
Everybody knows shredding bars is mandate around here
I’ll give em’ a few hours like marinate
Then explain the reasoning behind the choice of words that I have hand selected for this day
Need a filler cause I’m running out of words to say
Behind the bars is a prison, a deeper meaning
But I can’t find it
Envisioning a future where I did not have to hide it, yeah
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
[Verse 3: Artisan]
This is a make it or break it deal
I plan to take it and make it real
Yeah, I can kill
But I'd rather make you feel
Nobody makes it, Probably because nobody tries
Everyone takes it, OD's and dies
But forget that
I'm a addict to the rhyme
Because I have a lyrical ability to call mine
I've been at it for some time
But I never had the time
It wasn't my decision
I never had the skill, the feeling, or the vision
I couldn't do the math, man it must've been division
Cutting these lines like cocaine with an incision
Everybody thinks they know it all, but don't know at all
This is basketball homie pass the ball
It's our time, spending my time and my rhymes to flow it all
We can do better than him, her, all of yall
I handcraft it all, why do you think they call me Artisan?
I have to spread the peace in a world of sin
We must reincarnate hip-hop and make it fine again
The top charts of today are digging it a grave
So I plan to dig it up till my names engraved because
[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night
I’m a... Uh
I’m an addict to the rhyme
Ain’t got no sense of time, but I’m always on my grind
I’m an addict to the rhyme, tryna reach my fuckin’ prime
I’m addicted to these bars like a criminal at night