DJ Premier - PRhyme (Remix) #Rhyme4PRhyme lyrics

Verse 1: Before my birth, I was destined to be a prima donna Back when b**hes used to still act Like A Virgin, pre-Madonna Alan Z, there's a diva for ya, bet on me to fail I'ma leave you poorer Scope a chick and then I R.I.P. her box Soon as I read her aura (Rita Ora) I bring light that penetrates energy vampires used to drama My mind's in the year 3000 like Andre mixed with Futurama Hoes don't care about your true persona Long as she got a new purse on her Ironic that I had to escape Seattle to pursue Nirvana Am I the one that Courtney Love or another Kurt Cobain? Tryna be big and white like Childish Gambino and be worth c**aine Instead of having to serve no-name bigots I have to face Cuz I have a face That's neither black or white, some can't get past my race Even tho I'm Masta Ace at a faster pace, and vocally matching Trey And Breezy before he could catch a case Exclusive to the music, but it's like I'm in a rabbit race As a ninja turtle, getting outlapped at a rapid rate But I win in the end, so I guess it depends If I see it as a gift or a curse that I have the last laugh to date Victory has a bittersweet aftertaste But I crave the fruits of my labor Like the birth of a new you, with the fame, chick magnet When they see you with the vapors I can freak any style Freak any girl like Keni Styles, compare me to him Asiatic but I'm on a p**nographic baller status, Ron Jeremy Lin Chorus I give my all, trade it all to be famous It's all I want, it's all I need Don't care bout nothing just gotta be famous It's all I want, it's all I need (yeah) Verse 2 Before I even cross over, they crucify me But my situation is do or die And by that I mean either I make it or I commit suicide, now choose a side Prosper or you can offer Your 2 cents that ain't worth a dime like an easy thot Give a penny for your thoughts But you wouldn't make a dollar In the 4th quarter if your CD dropped I care about your opinion as much I care about abstinence... I don't give a f**! I'll be f**ing the souls out of hoes til I die When they die, I'ma f** their spirits up! So give it up! If you're telling me to be realistic All you little b**hes can swallow my pride And I'm proud of my D I can stroke the emotions out of a chick that she kept bottled inside The road to success is like a fraternity hazing til you break through And only gets worse when you debut But brings you relevance in case you Wanna quit, but fame's an addiction A codependency that takes two It's a sad, sadistic masochistic bond that makes or breaks you Fame is an illusion, a mist that you can fool women with Trying to tap into my higher being Dreaming til I make what's lucid exist While religious nuts scrutinize music trying to see if Lucifer spits I'm sacrificing my inner demons per record to make a lucrative flip All around the world, rocking shows Getting that melting pot of gold I'ma leave behind a legacy of s**, d**, rock and roll Til models swing on each other over me and compete for attention I'm swimming in women I love the American Dream with a vengeance Chorus